Dylan O'Brien Imagines

The break up (D.O) -Angst

It's been one month, I still think about him, i still wonder if he's thinking about me. I can't get him out of my head. It feels like i'm suffocating, and no one can save me.

I know i should stop thinking about him, i know i should stop crying about him, but how do you forget someone that you've spent five years of your life with? How do you stop crying over someone that you love and still love so much?

It hurts so much, and i don't know if the pain will ever stop. My friends are worried about me. They keep calling and texting me, but i don't have enough strength to answer them back. I can't focus on my work. I can't focus on anything except him.

"I'm sorry Y/N, i'm sorry i'm doing this now, but i can't keep pretending i love you, it's not fair towards you or me" Dylan said, trying to comfort me

"I'm sorry i wasn't enough," i said in a soft tone while tears were streaming down my face

"Of course you're enough Y/N"

"So why don't you love me anymore?" I asked, staring at the floor.

"I- it's just - i don't know Y/N, i just don't feel that spark i used to when we started dating. It's nothing you did, princess, and it's nothing i did either. The spark is just not there anymore, " he said, a few tears slipping from his eyes as well

"I'll pick my stuff up tomorrow. I'm so, so sorry, princess, " Dylan said, kissing my forehead one last time before walking out of my apartment.

I cried the whole night. I didn't stop until the next morning. I called in sick to work. Dylan messaged me, asking if he could pick up his stuff, i told him he could, and right after i did, i got ready and went out to get some coffee. After that, i just walked around for an hour or two before i went back to my apartment.

As soon as i stepped in, the tears just started pouring again, i walked around crying i don't really know why. It's like my body was on auto pilot.

There were six photos of us missing, he left the rest for me, when i got to our- my room, i looked in the closet. His clothes were gone, well all except for one shirt. I always wore that shirt. Well, i wore all of his shirts, but this one, i don't know why. It's just my favorite. I don't know if i should've been happy or sad that he left it for me.

I've been sleeping with his shirt every night. It makes me feel better in a way, but it's still not helping me to get over him.

It's been two months now, i don't cry about him as much anymore. I still think about him, but not as much as i used to.

I'm slowly getting back into things, i'm focusing on my work more. I'm spending time with my friends again. I'm happier than i've been since the breakup.

I still love and respect Dylan, i still care about him so much, but i know why he broke up with me, and i understand his reasons better know.

I know he did what was best for the both of us, even if it did hurt for a few weeks.

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