A tragic love story

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It was a warm summer night, (y/n) feels the chilling breeze in the air hit their face and it sends chills up their spine. (Y/n) feels goosebumps start to rise on their skin, they feel a pair of cool hands touch their skin.

"Come inside dear, the sun is setting," Closet whispers.

His voice sends another round of chills up your spine.

"Alright, I will be inside soon," says (y/n)

(y/n) stands there looking off into the sunset thinking to themselves, how will I ever get away with this?

(y/n) sighs heavily, turns around and heads inside.

"Do you think you will have to leave soon?" asks Closet.

"Yeah, this "business" trip won't last forever," (y/n) sighs.

Closet nods his head, then lets spend these last moments together. He glides his way across the room to hold (y/n) in his stick like arms. (y/n) gives him a small peck on the cheek. 

"We will see each other soon, I promise." (y/n) says.

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(y/n) steps out of the Uber, to walk inside. (y/n) s/o is waiting for them to sit down and eat dinner.

"Welcome home dear!" says the bitch who has been dragging (y/n) down.

(y/n) nods, and sits down. "thank you for the food. (y/n) says bluntly.

(y/n)'s phone starts to ring, (y/n) goes to answer it, but before they can reach it, (S/O) answers it. All of sudden their mouth drops open, and tears fill their eyes.

"You've been cheating on me?!" sobs (s/o).

"I cannot deny it any longer, I am in love with my secretary, Closet," declares (y/n). Swiftly they grab their suitcases and flee. They are running so fast that the cool summer air hit their face, and stung their eyes. Tears started flowing out, and they wouldn't stop. (y/n) stops running and drops the suitcases.

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(y/n) and Closet lay together (premarital, ew) in the same bed. (y/n) is sniffling quietly. 

"I messed up Closey," whimpered (y/n).

"No, no don't say that," reassured Closet. He goes to kiss (y/n) on the neck because he is a man and thinks about sex, but (y/n) pulls away. 

"No, not tonight, you should be able to notice that this isn't the time," says (y/n).

(y/n) rolls over and goes to sleep.

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(y/n) wakes up to an empty bed, and the smell of bacon and syrup hits their face.

"Closet? You don't know how to make food...you are a closet!" says (y/n).

All of a sudden a burning smell hits, and (y/n) makes their way to the kitchen. All of a sudden a burnt smell fills their nose.

(y/n) walks a little faster, and witnesses a horrific scene. Water was poured all over Closet, and he was dead. (y/n) drops to their knees and screams bloody murder.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Screams (y/n)


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