Solangelo Oneshots

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I'm not sure when it stopped.

Lonely nights crying my heart out for him lessen. My friends come over and hug me, make sure I'm alright and even sleep over but I eventually don't need it anymore.

I shave for the first time in months, put on some decent clothes that don't smell of his cologne and go shopping so that my fridge has something in it besides milk far past the expiration date. It's milk he bought.

I give all of the things he forgot in our old apartment to a mutual friend and move across the city closer to a few friends and close enough that I can still go to work. I need the shift.

I give all the photos to a trusted friend to give to him or get rid of. I can't bring myself to through them out but they're too tempting. We look so happy but I can see the eyes lose their glint and the smile start to strain.

I go on a date with someone new. He isn't the same. He's too bright, too loud, too boisterous. However, it's a date and that's a step. I used to think I could never be with anyone but him. After all, there never was anyone but him.

He starts to fade slowly from my memory. I enjoy things again and I try to do more. His number's blocked and his face his hazy. Things are going better for me and our friends are supporting me but, when I drunkenly ask how he is, our drunk and mutual friends say that he's falling apart.

I try not to think about it and I don't ask again because it's him that took me for granted, that fell out of love when I never did. He doesn't get to fall for me again just when I realised he'd gotten up.

My nights start getting restless again but I still keep going. I show up to work and put on my smile and I don't let on that the cracks in my heart were healed with plasters when they need bandages. He doesn't get to do that.

Bags under my eyes, I drag myself to a coffee house. He's sitting there clutching a cup anxiously with his hair falling over his eyes and his foot tapping on the floor and he looks around, his eyes lighting up when he sees me. He stands and walks a little way to me.

I freeze as the words tumble out of his mouth, unable to catch them.

I can't catch them because it's all wrong. I can't catch them between the months of work that have fallen apart. Looking in his eyes, I know it's on the cusp of starting all over again.

And, all of a sudden, it starts.

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A/N

Hey, loves! I got a request for a part two from Badboysupreme0404 so I managed to get this down. Hope you enjoyed. Thank you for 8.5k!

Ash x