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me and vinnie broke up 7 months ago. It's been the worst seven months of my life. I started coping by crying myself to sleep for the first 6 months. After the seventh month, drinking was how I coped. I would go to the bar and just drink.
I would come home drunk, and stumble through my home, passing out on the couch. His words, "we're not over, we'll find our way back to each other." Plays over and over in my head.
present
"Y/n.. come on!" My friend yelled at me. We were getting ready to go out again. "Im coming hold on!" I yelled back. I put on my heels, and we headed out the door and to the bar. I sat down, and I had been here so many times, the bartender just handed it to me without asking. I replayed the words 'we'll find our way back to each other.' In my head before I took a drink every time.
I was now on my 8th shot, and I was already drunk. But got more. This is how I coped. It was the only way for me to forget about him. As I was drinking the shots, a guy approached me. "Hey." He smirked at me. I rested my hand in my hair and looked up at him. "vinnie?" I groaned. "Uh, im sorry?" The man questioned. "You look a lotttttt l-like somebody i used to knowwww." I slurred.
"Can i get your number?" He leaned in closer towards me. "No." I suddenly felt the need to go home. I grabbed my keys and drove home. I don't know why, but I felt I needed to go home.
*vinnies pov*
I was at y/ns place. It used to be ours. I can still hear our laughs. I can still hear her squeals when I would walk through the door. I looked around her place.. pictures of us weren't really there anymore. The place was still pretty clean. My side of the nightstand hasn't been touched. She leaves the blanket how i used to leave it on my side. I can tell she hardly sleeps on her side.
The bathroom looks good too. She uses my side though. But I noticed something on the counter.. a polaroid of us. I set it back, and checked everything else out. It still looks like she takes pretty good care of everything. I just hope she's okay. It's 11pm, and she's still not home which is unlike her.
But then, the door busts open. "Woahhhh.. I almost fell." She giggled, walking through. "Heyyyy." She slurred. She's drunk. Which is also unlike her because she hates drinking. "You know, you look really familiar." She walked up to me, looking up at me. "Let's take care of you." I stated. I wanted to talk to her, but taking care of her was more important right now. I picked her up.
"wow you're soooooo strong." I couldn't help but chuckle. She threw her head back, dangling it. I sat her down on the bed, and got on my knees removing her heels, as she flopped back. "Hey.. I used to have a boyfriend who would take care of me.. im not even gonna lie to you, I miss him a lot. I just want to see him again. I want to swim in his beautiful eyes again, you know?" She began to cry. She was too drunk to know it was me.
I lifted her up, "hey, I'm right here it's okay." I assured, wiping the tears off her face. She's not wearing makeup. One thing I loved about her, she was all natural. "You look a lot like him." She slurred, touching my hair. I smiled, and picked her up setting her on the bathroom counter. I grabbed her hairbrush and brushed the tangles out of her hair.
She groaned telling me she was tired. "Where are the clothes you sleep in?" I asked softly. She pointed to the clothes on the bed. I removed her dress, and slipped the clothes on. "why are you drunk?" I asked, hoping I would get some answers. "im not drunk, you're drunk." She rolled her eyes.
"Baby, you don't drink.. why did you start drinking?"
"It's just how i cope.. after the breakup me and my boyfriend had, I cried for 6 months straight and on the 7th month I started drinking to get him off my mind and it doesnttttt work because you look exactly like h-h- himmm." She slurred. I wasn't sure why we broke up at this point. But im here now if she wants to keep me around.
"Im tired.. lay with meee." She smiled closing her eyes. I laid next to her, my arm resting above her head, as my other hand stroked her hair helping her sleep. Eventually I fell asleep too. It was like old times. But the rain on the roof woke me up. I checked the time and it read, '9:22am'
She was still knocked out. I headed down, and made her favorite coffee.
*y/ns pov*
I woke up with a migraine. I don't remember anything last night. And my bed smells like... vinnie? I go to the bathroom, and wash my face with cold water and brush my teeth. When I came out, I smelled.. coffee? Did i try to make some last night and leave it on again? I headed down holding my head groaning.
But when my eyes fully opened, I saw him. Vinnie. He was turning around to look at me. "How do you feel?" He asked, putting his hands in his pockets. "Um.. what are you doing here?"
"I came here last night to talk with you.. but you were drunk so instead I took care of you." He smiled softly. "Did i.. say anything stupid?"
"No." He chuckled. "Uh here.. I made you coffee.. the kind you like." He handed me the cup. I sat down on the couch and he sat next to me. "Why did you start drinking?" He asked softly. I felt like we've had this conversation before. "I was trying to forget about you.. drinking was the only way so I did it on a daily basis to try and move on because I felt you were never going to come back." I answered honestly, resting my head on his shoulder.
"Im sorry i left you. It was really stupid of me, and I wish I could go back and try working it out instead of giving up." He was right. It was stupid, but he's here now. Before i could answer, i felt my stomach get all funny. I set my cup down and ran to the bathroom and began to throw up a lot. Vinnie came in behind me, and kneeled down rubbing my back and holding my hair too.
"You don't need to see this.." i said, throwing up again. "We were together for 5 years.. this doesn't bother me." He stated, kissing my head. "Im never gonna drink again." I said, leaning against the wall after flushing. "How many times have you said that and still drank?" Vinnie asked, pushing hair out of my face. "Too many." I giggled.
He started the shower, and undressed me. By then, i was just tired and weak. He helped me up, and placed me in the shower. "Can you help me?" I looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Um, are you sure?" I nodded. He undressed himself, and got in the shower with me. He washed me up because i had no energy to do it. He dries me off, putting my clothes on, and then his clothes on.
I laid on the couch, and he sat next to me. I grabbed a blanket, covering myself and resting my head on his lap. I could tell he was surprised by the way he tensed up, but eventually relaxed. "Maybe we should talk about this.." he said lowly, stroking my hair. "No.. you're here now.. just wait till I fall asleep then you can leave me." I replied with a sad tone.
I wasn't ready for him to leave yet. "Im not leaving you, y/n.. I can't do that again." You could see the amount of weight that got lifted off of my shoulders when he said that. "Then what should we talk about?" I asked, referring to his previous statement. "Nothing, my love.. I'm here now. And im not leaving you ever again."
Before anything else happened, I fell asleep. In his lap, as he stroked my hair like old times.
- ummm idkkkk about this one :/
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