𝗹𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗳𝗲𝘆𝘀𝗼𝗻

just like that

have you ever wondered what it might feel like for your world to completely shatter in a matter of seconds? for the life around you to suddenly become dull?

recently i discovered that all it takes is a few words.

time seemed to move extra slow.

i had plenty of time to let it sink in, but something in me just didn't want to accept it.

how can i fight for him? what can i say to make him stay?

he claimed it was for the best. he had to deal with some things on his own.

he didn't want to hurt me.

but then what was this?

it was around 3:30 in the afternoon when he texted me, asking if i could call him. of course i would, i love the dummy, why wouldn't i call him?

i rushed to the call icon on my phone and waited to hear his voice. "hey" he began in a deeper tone than usual.

"hey!" i responded, "what's up?"

"i don't know how else to say this... so i guess i'll just explain myself" he began.

and with those few words, my heart sunk deep into my chest. somehow i already knew where this was going.

my breathing became unsteady, i was pacing around my room—desperately trying to calm myself. i was overwhelmed by all the emotions that had surfaced in my mind.

he explained that it has nothing to do with me.

"y/n, you cant blame yourself for this, please. please know you've done nothing wrong. it's me. i need to work on these issues on my own."

"loki i- i mean. we can work on it together, can't we? i want to be there for you i-"

"y/n, darling, i'm only going to hurt you if we continue this way. i cant hurt you. you cant be putting my needs first. someone has to look out for you..."

it seemed there was nothing else for me to say.

we sat on the phone in silence for a minute as tears began to roll down my cheeks. from those soft drips, the tears began to pour out. cascading endlessly as i cried out.

he didn't speak.

i managed to choke out a few words between my sobs.

"wow i- i can't believe... can't believe you're not crying right now."

"i already have." he states.

his voice was a strange calm. as if he truly had already cried all his tears and wasn't willing to start again.

"so i- i guess this is it? just like that."

"i suppose it is."

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a/n: so this was based a little bit off my own breakup that occurred recently. i wanted to use these feelings and try to write some angst. i'm not typically very good at angst which is why i'm hoping to improve. (if anyone has tips for writing angst pls feel free to lemme know in the comments, thank you❤️)
anyways i hope y'all are having a wonderful day/night wherever you are🥰❤️✨😽