imagines (dua lipa)

72 (f)

requested by @GracianeFouda

-tw: self harm
-yn is dua and anwar kid and they are married at this point.

"this isn't gonna work!" i heard my mom yell with my ear pressed against the wall.

"maybe it's just meant to be that way dua!" my sad yelled back at her.

i was shaking, they fight all the time but never to the point where's it's just screaming back and forth. i started crying, fearing that they were gonna split up.

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that happened continuously, for weeks and weeks. i started to actually believe they were gonna split up at that point.

"yn, can i talk to you?" my mom asked as she knocked on my door.

"yeah sure, what's up?" i asked, masking my emotions.

"i know this is hard to understand but" i knew it was coming, "me and your dad are getting a divorce" my mom sighed.

i tried to act surprised but i already knew it was coming up.

"oh" i said.

"is that all you have to say?" dua asked.

"i don't know what to say." i said.

i held back so many tears, i could fear my throat burning. that's why i barely had an answer.

"you're gonna live with me.. but you'll get to see anwar every other weekend." she explained.

i just nodded. i was scared to talk incase i would cry.

"he already left to go find a new house. anyways, i think you need a bit of time to yourself. i'm so sorry yn." dua said, kissing my forehead.

she left my room and closed the door. she didn't turn off the lights so i got up myself and turned them off.

my legs were shaking, i couldn't process that my parents were getting a divorce. they always looked so happy together up until like a month ago.

i started to cry, cold tears dripped down my face. i stopped on the floor, trying to control my emotions. the only thing that would help was to cut myself.

i went to my bathroom and got my razor. i've never self harmed before so it was my first thought.

i slid the razor sideways, only at the top part of my arm so that i don't accidentally.. die.

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i woke up the next morning to see mom crying, her head was down on the counter.

"mom.." i said, giving her a hug.

"it's just everything with your dad and..." she cried.

"mama it's fine, don't worry, i love you" i said, petting her hair.

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later that day, me and mom went out to lunch. just to kind of... refresh, and get our minds off of everything... just get out of our heads.

we had a fun day, we went to get ice cream after that, then we went to the mall, ate dinner, came home and then watched a movie.

while we were watching the movie, edge of seventeen, mom noticed something on my arm.

"yn.. what's that" she asked as she pointed to one of my self harm scars.

i tried to hold in my tears but i couldn't. i bursted into tears.

"oh yn, come here." she said, hugging me tightly.

"yn, i hope you don't do that often. i love you so much okay? and no matter what you're still gonna have me as a mother." she said and then kissed my cheek.

i wiped my tears and nodded.

———

over the next few weeks, before i started to see my dad again, i realized how fun it is to just have dua as a mother.

she's only 33 and i'm 13 so it was cool how were close in age. she does everything with me, she's my best friend. of course i'm still very sad about the separation... but i still have my mother, dua lipa.