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35: Any More To Do? (l.s.)

Lou's POV

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It's been about 5 months, I think?

The tabloids are going fucking nuts about you and this new girl you're parading around.

I thought you were into that blonde last week though? I guess the narrative is being changed once again and people are spreading all these fucking rumours.

"What a womanizer!"

"He moves on so fast, treats them all horribly."

"Please, I don't get it, he's not even that hot."

The endless amount of tweets, comments, whispers, glares.

Your face is posted everywhere on every platform.

I can't seem to escape the cheap hand holding photos, or the images of oh so private moments you seem to share behind those tinted windows.

Who the fuck would have guessed we'd end up where we are now?

Miles, Oceans, Worlds apart.

Two planets orbiting in completely different galaxies.

I would say that I'm surprised, but you my love, are quite predictable. I knew it wouldn't take them that long to get the whole "dirty player" image out there again. 

Too fucking easy.

Now, guess what? Since you decided to call it quits,

 I'm suffering just like before.

With a person I cannot escape, bound to a contract I can never break.

All because you said "I can't say those 3 words anymore."

"I can't keep doing this, it's not right."

"We gotta move on, forget about each other.... It's for the best."

The amount of nights I stare up at the ceiling, replaying your words in my mind.

Like a horrible nightmare my body can't shake.

But it's unfortunately reality, and I have to sort out the pieces of my soul you left broken and bruised.

Torn apart all because you couldn't handle the pressure anymore.

Fucking coward.

I still love you.

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Song: deja vu (Olivia Rodrigo)

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