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-Chapter 49-

-Chapter 49-

It has been five whole days since I've seen his face. Since he managed to paralyze me. Five days, six hours, four minutes, and thirty-three seconds since we lost our love for good.

That means five days, six hours, four minutes, and thirty-three seconds of complete and utter agony that flooded throughout my entire body, filling every millimetre of my being with a discomfort so bad that everything just feels senseless.

Five days, six hours, four minutes, and thirty-three seconds, and I can't get the last words he said out of my head. They keep spinning around and around attaching themselves to every single memory that I have ever spent with him... Every single moment of my teenage life.

The miserable thing about all this is that it's been four days, five hours, three minutes, and twenty-eight seconds, and only now, I am furious, livid and discomforted. I feel so numb, and trust me it's not just because I am furious, it's just that I've punched all my pillows, ripped all my photos, and thrown all my books off my bookshelf, and the agony is still here. It's like it's cutting up my soul and creating a new, less damaged one.

I can't get away from the burning pain that has taken up every single ounce of my body. So I lie awake, wearing a pair of Bradley's sweatpants, and one of his t-shirts, along with his favourite jumper which is wrapped tightly around my shoulders.

His clothes that are smelling less and less like him... His spicy smell that I have grown so addicted to over the past three years.

I haven't showered in five days, and my hair is up on the top of my head in the messiest, greasiest top-knot that you have ever seen. I haven't eaten anything in five days, and my eyes are sore from all the tears that I have shed over this.

And I only have one question. How could he leave me this way? Why now? Why did he leave me when I needed him the most?

"Cora. You need to come out, please." Olivia begged from the other side of my bedroom door, but it was no use. She could shout and scream, but it wouldn't make any difference. Not even my best friend can do anything to help me now.

I closed my eyes and lent my head back against my bedroom wall and blocked out her voice.

I don't want to see anyone. I don't want to hear anyone. I don't want to taste anyone. I don't want to touch anyone. I don't want to smell anyone, apart from him of course.

All the things we did together now seem irrelevant and all I can feel is a hate so pure for the boy I love with everything I have and will ever own.

Bradley Simpson, what have you done to me?

Why did you let me give you everything I had... why did you give me everything you had? Why have we in twined every single aspect of our lives? Why? Just why...?

I just love him so damn much that I hate him.

I always thought we would have our happy ending that we would get married and have children, but it has taken me five days, six hours, four minutes, and thirty-three seconds for me to realize that maybe it's not about the happy ending.

Maybe it is about the story.

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I woke up the next morning to someone whacking a pillow on my head. I let out a loud groan, and moved my arm ever so slightly, trying to hit the person with the pillow.

"Cora, I swear to God if you don't get up right now I will-" Avaline started to shout, but I interrupted her with a muffled: "Woh azwy."

"Any luck?" Rosalie said, the sound of a door shutting following her voice.