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breakup pt. 2 : lone & two-faced

published january 27, 2024. 11863 words
highly anticipated breakup pt. 2. goes interesting
first post of 2024!!!
y/n pov.

I was constantly waiting.

Yeah, well, waiting for nothing to happen.

But why? What part of my heart yearned for her, after all she had done?

It's so fucking stupid, and I'm disappointed with myself for it.

Something inside of me is saying that she is still in love with me, then the other half of me is saying that obviously she doesn't want me anymore.

Fuck her, but I also miss her.

I don't know what it is.

Mixed feelings? But it already turned out pretty bad?

That little bit of hope and latching on, clinging onto my skin, digging in like a fucking leech.

God damn it, I hate her. She is making me feel this way.

That cruel-ass soul of hers, where the devil lives, where she chose to leave me.

It makes me so enraged, but also so confused. Why did she turn out like this?

She's better than this and we both know it.

And so, I just wonder if she thinks about me at night like I think about her, if she dreams about me, too. Does a single thought about me cross her mind?

Was she creeping this whole time and I just didn't know? That might be why she's so ruthless.

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I snapped awake, my eyes shot open, coming back to reality after the wildest dream. Because just what the fuck was that? Once more, I have a dream about her once more.

I walked into our bedroom, and there it was.

They remained hidden beneath the bedding, making out and touching each other. Perhaps more, but the details were concealed by the covers.

Under my blanket, engaged in things I never expected.

In this nightmare, Yeji was cheating on me.

I stood frozen, hand on the doorknob, attempting to unravel the scene before me. My jaw hung slightly ajar, facial muscles twitching in disbelief, uncertain what I should do next.

Suddenly, they stopped, glancing up from under the covers, locking eyes with me.

Immediately, only Yeji and I connected while she slowly rose up, her arm holding up the blanket to cover her bare body, calling out my name. She said, (Y/N), it's not what it looks like.

And I didn't reply. There was no need to when that other girl pulled her back into bed, showering her with lewd kisses.

That girl dared to moan, a deliberate reminder that they were "busy," and I was left wordless.

Scariest experience of my life.

I hate that disgusting woman and I've only seen her during that one God forbid day and in my dream.

I don't know her, but I wanna almost kill her and claim the name of the "crazy ex."

With my jaw clenched, I throw the blanket off of me, new one by the way, and just kind of lay there with my eyes open until I fully regain consciousness.

I was relieved that today was Saturday. Work days are shit because it's the same boring process everyday.

Yet there's nothing to do alone on the weekends.