"𝐎𝐇 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔." || 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 ||

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

People love this book too much, and just to give you a little less hope I'll be giving you a time skip (which is indirectly advertising my other book)
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CHAPTER ?
IS THIS WHAT IT HAS COME TO?

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IT'S MY FINAL YEAR IN THIS HELL HOLE, I'm so tired of everything.
It's my last month here.

I have studied and practiced to the point where I can't manage to look after myself, and if I can barely manage the responsibility of myself what should I do for another person?

THINGS HAVE BEEN ROCKY

He has no empathy, he has no emotion towards me.
He simply DOES NOT CARE.

He doesn't put in the effort, not in school, not in me, not in his friends; in nothing.

We barely talk, he just comes over for sex and promises something that will never happen.

Things never got better, we lied.

My phone rings and I see his message signaling that he's coming over.

I sigh in despair and fix my bedsheets and open the door for him.

My mascara made my eyes dark, along with the definite lack of sleep.

He stared at me blankly, not daring to say a word.
He let himself in, sitting down on the couch and I sat opposite him.

I stared at him, my eyes hanging so low that I felt tears stinging my eyes.

He signaled for me to come to him and I stayed put, not moving an inch.

He furrowed his eyebrows and finally opens his mouth to say something.

"What the fuck is up with you now." he groans.

"I'M DONE."

"What are you going on about." he chuckled.

"Not ONCE have you dared to ask how I'm doing in two years!" I exclaim.

"You knew I was busy with work." he rolled his eyes.

"No, you fucking weren't! You haven't put an ounce of effort in work or even us Scaramouche!" I shout at him.

"Do you see the amount of medication I take? Do you expect me to even FEEL anything?" he stands up.

"All you've done for as long as I could remember is just use me for sex and make empty promises, Scaramouche I'm TIRED...please..." I break into tears and fall to my knees.

"I've done so much for you Y/n, I've fought everyone for you." tears pricked his eyes.

"My feelings aren't acknowledged, I am not acknowledged as a person!" I sob.

"Do you expect to be? You can barely do anything for yourself without the help of others." he scoffs.

My eyes widen, tears streaming down my cheeks.

It was then, that the whole world came to halt.

The wind stopped blowing.

The tears stopped flowing, but the feeling of water still stung my face.

My love for this man, it's stopped.

Our hearts
they've stopped feeling the love that we had for each other.

I feel like four years of my life,
have just been wasted.

Four years

Gone

"I want you gone, out of my life," I mutter.

"You've finally said what I've been trying to tell you for years Y/n! Fucking hell!" Scaramouche exclaimed.

"I wish I never met you." I look up at him.

"At least we're on the same page now." he sat down proudly.

"Who are you, to gladly sit back down in my house after you've said all of this." I got up, weakly.

"I should've listened to everyone else before even considering you." this man lifted himself off my couch, standing above me and holding my chin.

He leaned forward, aiming for a kiss and I stood there pathetically.

He stopped not too far from my lips, a grin wide on his face.

"You really thought I would kiss you right? In the state that you're in, nobody would ever want to see you like this my love." he chuckled.

"You have no right to call me that." I glared at him.

"I'm glad you're leaving after this, nobody would want to see the mess Y/n L/n is." Scaramouche grinned.

"I'm glad I'll never see you again, now make this easier and never show face to me again," I tell him.

He let himself out and slammed the door behind him.

I crash onto the floor, shedding more tears than ever before, years of pain all being released at once.

I don't belong here.

Dragonspine is where I'm headed.

Hopefully, I'll never see this man ever again.

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CONTINUATION

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SNOW DANCES SLOWLY