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No One Does It Better

Hi hi. Okay so the You Me At Six song called No One Does It Better makes me want to have a story that goes along with the lyrics because I like it and think it should be a story story which I'll write twice one with a girl and one with a guy just because I can it'll be the same story just changed pronouns (I think that's what they're called I'm not exactly sure because I didn't pay much attention when I was being taught that...) the thingy at the beginning is the song so yeah. Anyways here we go.

I woke up and blinked a few times and then like every morning I turned my head to look at my girlfriend. Except this morning was different. I wasn't greeted by her beautiful face, no, I only saw pillows and an empty spot where she usually is. I sat up trying to remember everything that happened before that. Then it all slowly came back to me we had a little argument the night before, but nothing super serious I mean there was no yelling just a lot of sighing and then hugs and then sleep. We were each other's support systems fighting the world and thoughts together without the need for what we usually caved to. This was out of nowhere at all honestly it was nothing too bad or serious and we even ended up with forgiveness. I don't understand this at all, so I walked around the house looking for any clues. Finding none besides her house keys on the table and the fact her shoes and jacket were gone. So I went to the closet to find some actually clothes besides what I had on. Then I saw that none of her clothes were there and the suitcases she had brought with her when moving in were gone as well. Gone, all of it. Almost every trace that she had lived here except for my memories and maybe if you looked hair, but that's a bit weird I guess. So I decided to call her phone, but as I guessed I was sent straight to voicemail. Then I decided if she would leave she'd probably crash at a friend's place. I called all of them. Every single one I knew of which killed a few hours of my morning until it was the afternoon and I got the same thing over and over leaving me defeated. She hadn't shown up yet and I was feeling low and I didn't know what to do. Time went by and every morning I felt let down again. Turning to see her was my habit, one I couldn't kick because it was so automatic. It killed me every time and I hadn't heard anything about her. It became a year...then two years...and then more....so I gave up on searching, on trying to find her and realized I'd simply have to face the fact she was gone and wasn't coming back to me. I stayed there in that house. It had been seven years and I got a knock on the door this morning. So sighing I quickly got up yanking on clothes to answer the door...and there she was standing with her suitcases on the ground beside her...

I woke up and blinked a few times and then like every morning I turned my head to look at my boyfriend. Except this morning was different. I wasn't greeted by his beautiful face, no, I only saw pillows and an empty spot where he usually is. I sat up trying to remember everything that happened before that. Then it all slowly came back to me we had a little argument the night before, but nothing super serious I mean there was no yelling just a lot of sighing and then hugs and then sleep. We were each other's support systems fighting the world and thoughts together without the need for what we usually caved to. This was out of nowhere at all honestly it was nothing too bad or serious and we even ended up with forgiveness. I don't understand this at all, so I walked around the house looking for any clues. Finding none besides his house keys on the table and the fact his shoes and coat were gone. So I went to the closet to find some actually clothes besides what I had on. Then I saw that none of his clothes were there and the suitcases he had brought when he had moved in were gone as well. Gone, all of it. Almost every trace that he had lived here except for my memories and maybe if you looked hair, but that's a bit weird I guess. So I decided to call his phone, but as I guessed I was sent straight to voicemail. Then I decided if he would leave he'd probably crash at a friend's place. I called all of them. Every single one I knew of which killed a few hours of my morning until it was the afternoon and I got the same thing over and over leaving me defeated. He hadn't shown up yet and I was feeling low and I didn't know what to do. Time went by and every morning I felt let down again. Turning to see him was my habit, one I simply couldn't kick because it was so automatic. It killed me every time and I hadn't heard anything about him. It became a year...then two years...and then more....so I gave up on searching, on trying to find him and realized I'd simply have to face the fact he was gone and wasn't coming back to me. I stayed there in that house. It had been seven years and I got a knock on the door this morning. So sighing I quickly got up yanking on clothes to answer the door...and there he was standing with his suitcases on the ground beside him...

Yeah okay there is is :)
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