(Abel is from The Weeknd, so yeah.)
Your POV
I can't believe this. He always has my mind playing tricks. It's amazing how i always believe his lies, but not anymore. I'm done. This is the last straw. I know he's famous and shit, but fuck. He still gotta be loyal. I saw this post on some thots ig, and it was him who had some trick pinned too wall kissing her. He told me he was going too Wiz's house. Lieing ass. I went upstairs too packup my shit. I heard his drink ass stumble into the door. "where you at mamiiii?!" i heard him say. I wrote him a note, cause i knew he wouldn't remember shit in the morning. He came upstairs, drunk af as usual. "ayee, where you going ma?" he said. "i'm leaving, Abel." i said, grabbed my keys and slung my bag over my shoulder. "i can't stay so you can play your Wicked Games with my heart anymore. I'm tired of being hurt. I'm sorry." i said and walked downstairs. "but, no! I need you!" he said, following me. "Goodbye Abel." i said and kissed his forehead and left.
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Rap Imagines
Fanfictionsome imagines on Rappers, Singers and shit. some of the imagine will be staring you or Y/N (means your name) and some will be with other famous people. Open to any and all suggestions. :) Feel free to dm me if you'd like one for yourself.
