Obsession

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-obsession-
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I've said this plenty of times, but for some reason, it still hasn't coped
with me. The way I felt so hurt by a person was so unrealistic in my mind. I couldn't go to the dance for your information. I had no effort, no personal strength to do so. I returned my dress that day, well- once they said there were no refunds, I burnt it. Watched it go up in flames as my heartfelt one drop of happiness. Just watching that dress burn with my
tears was sickening, but it made me glad that one memory with you was erased. Well, part of it. I always wondered if you even went. If you ever
had someone else to go with, someone that wasn't me. Did you? I would love to know. Maybe they gave you the best time of your life. The best
time that wasn't.......with me...
(Day of the dance)
While I sat at home, stuffing tubs of ice cream into my mouth, Jaden was having a blast. Probably. He wanted this pain in me. This pain will finally get me off his back, right? "I'm breaking up with you, goodbye," those words kept repeating. Over and over as I stuffed my face with the chocolatey sorrow. I was gonna look perfect, we've talked about going together with the same matching corsage, your tie matching the color of my red dress. Cause that was
your favorite color. Red, red like the blood I've lost from the constant hard breathing. Coughing that stuff up like I was already dying. But ofc mother wasn't home that day. She wasn't there to clean the redness that was all over my bathroom. I was. And that was the problem that kept occurring in my head. I was the only one. I, me, was the Lonely one
that was left confused, hurt, and most of all vulnerable.
(Jaden's Pov- after the breakup...)
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a/n sorry for the short chapter