𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 :𝟑

better off

relationship status: read to find out lol
y/n's povvvv
(hah thought of better off by ari)

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"you're better off without me, y/n" vinnie mutters, clutching the packed bag resting on his back.

"don't make me beg, vinnie. i don't want you to leave." i try to grab his hand, but he puts it into his pocket.

"you don't have to beg, just stop loving me"

"how? how could i possibly stop loving you?"

"i don't know, just do it. i did"

there's a pause.

"i'm sorry, really. i wasn't happy, i'm not happy. i loved you once, but i don't love you anymore"

his words break me, literally.

"you really don't love me?" i question, knowing his response already.

my knees give in, the walls cave in. everything just starts to hurt.

"i'll see you sometime" those final words are painful, i didn't realise how much they would hurt.

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having to hold cries back and put on a brave face for your friends is hard.

they'll bombard me with questions, answers, anything i don't know how to respond to.

'you've gotta stop moping around, y/n. get your life back together'

so i did.

i went to parties every night, got drunk every night.

it took the pain away, temporarily.

but then i fell apart again.

'i'll see you sometime' the words replay in my mind like a broken record, constantly pushing me to find him.

to ask for his forgiveness,
ask for what i did wrong.

i still want him, i always will. i had known for a while that he was going to leave.

he stopped answering texts.

he stopped picking up calls.

he stopped caring.

'i don't know, just do it. i did'

'i did'

he stopped loving me.
i never thought that we wouldn't be together forever.

i was roped in from the magical tales of living happily ever after with your lover, so i didn't even think twice about what would happen if we broke up.

or if he left me.

i always ask, 'why did he leave?' and 'what did i do so wrong?'

his scent still lingers around my apartment.

his hoodies, his rings, even his hairbrush, it's all still here.

almost like he never left.

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life with y/n is fucking hard. i thought i wouldn't regret breaking up with her, but i did. a lot.

she's not better off without me, she never will be. i am an idiot for telling her that, and i'm also an idiot for telling her that i stopped loving her.

i never stopped loving her, that was a blatant lie on my part.

i remember that day vividly, i remember being so fucking harsh she burst into tears and broke down right in front of me.

a small, very small part of me was begging me to stay, begging me to comfort her. but the more dominant part took over and dragged me away.

i want her back, i really do. but it's been so long, 3 months to be precise, that i'm not sure she'll even want to see me anymore.

i didn't text, i didn't call. it was like i dropped off the edge of the world.

so i decide to send her a message.

unknown
hi

you
??

unknown
um it's vinnie

you
vinnie? what do you want?

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a/n!
why do i love cliffhangers so much
like bro they give me some type of satisfaction