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~The Aftermath~[H.XL]

Yay an update! I'm trying my best to get back into my writing grove, so hopefully I'll start updating everyday again! 

This ones short, and I'm only uploading it as a way to at least get something out, since I haven't in awhile, so, I apologize.

"You have to get over them Long"

Xinlong hated those words. Why? Why did he have to get over you?  

Why couldn't he just wallow in his pit of sadness forever?

He didn't want to get over you, the reality of the situation hurt him. He preferred to stay in his fantasies and pretend everything was okay, which arguably hurt him more, if you asked anyone he knew other than himself.

"You're making yourself sick!"

Yes, it was true.

The lack of sleeping and eating was taking a toll on Xinlong's body and mental state. He felt sick all the time. Everything hurt. He couldn't even practice his dancing anymore. He sat in his room and wept all hours of the day and night.

You had him fucked up, you really did.

"They can't be more important than your own heath, your own career, can they?"

You were, to him, you were the most important thing in the world.

Xinlong had even considered quitting his job as an idol after the two of you split. He knew it'd be hard to keep going without you cheering him on from backstage. And if it wasn't for Jiabao, he probably would have followed through, and quit.

Jia had told him to take some time off. As much time as he needed, and think before he quit. Xinlong agreed.

The months went by and he didn't even start to miss the "idol life", he missed you, and only you. Nothing seemed quite right now that you weren't here with him.

"It's not the end of the world."

He hated how often this was said to him, because it was the end of the world! Or at least... It felt like it.

For whatever reason, people think that just because you're young, it means you can have true feelings for someone, therefore when things come to an end, you're expected to not care. This pissed Xinlong off to no end.

He cared for you. He loved you, or he thought he did.

"I'm worried about you Ge-ge!"

He didn't like being worried for, or about.

To him, no one would ever care for him the way you did, so he didn't want anyone to care for him at all. 

Ironically enough, he wanted you there with him to comfort him though the mess you made. You were always so good at making him happy and he knew you'd be the only one capable of getting him out of the pit he had dug for himself.

But he knew you did care anymore.

And he hated himself for holding onto the thought that you might.

One night, when he was the lowest he ever was, in a moment of weakness, he picked up his phone and dialed your number...

"Hey, Y/N? Can we talk?"

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