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vinnie and i had gotten into a big argument. And it got very intense, I started to cry while he was still angry.
Our yelling towards each other got cut off when there was a knock on the door. I just sat on the couch while he went and answered it.
"Is everything okay? We heard yelling." The old woman said, peeking her head through to look at me.
"We're fine! Just arguing." I giggled, hiding back my tears. She nodded and left. Vinnie walked past me and went into the bedroom.
I followed him as he grabbed a bag from the closet. "What are you doing?" I asked timidly afraid he might yell at me more.
"Im leaving." He stated, not turning to look at me. "When are you coming back?"
"Im not." My heat dropped. What does he mean?
"What?"
"Im leaving you.. I can't do this anymore." He replied, not even a shred of sympathy. We've been together for a little over 3 years so this took me by surprise.
We've had our ups and downs, but I never thought he would end it.
"No.. we can fix it," I pleaded, I saw a future with him. I saw us getting married and having kids.
"Just stay.. please.. we can talk it out," I cried. "No, y/n. This won't work anymore." He grabbed the stuff from the bathroom putting it in a bag.
"But we always fix things." He zipped up his bag. "not this time, y/n" he walked out of the room and put the bag in his car.
"vinnie please," i pleaded softly. "no, y/n.."
He closed the backseat, and opened the drivers about to get in his car. "Wait," I said. He stopped and turned around.
"What?"
"Hug me," i just wanted to feel his arms around me one last time. He walked over to me, gripping the back of my thighs, wrapping my legs around him.
I tried not to cry, but failed. He kissed the side of my head and set me down. His thumb rubbed small circles on my cheek and he placed a kiss on my forehead.
He turned around, got in his car, and drove off. Knowing he wasn't coming back was the most shattering thing to know. I loved him, I would've died for him.
I went back inside, closing the door. I miss him already. We were so attached to each other. Everything felt different.
Our bedroom was empty, the rest of it was empty. Our pictures were left. He didn't take any.
I looked around for our favorite picture, but can't seem to find it. He took it with him. I laid in bed on his side that smelt like him, and curled into a ball crying. He wasn't coming back.
A/N: what do you think about this one? I didn't like it :/
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