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𝕴 stared up at the wall, not moving as my red eyes stared at the ceiling. I had been avoiding Hange like the plague, unable to face her after what happened. I wasn't sure if we were still friends because her she stopped messaging me last night. She had been spamming my phone for a week, yet she only decided to stop now.
I guess that was it.
I lost the closest person to me. Just like that. Y/n strikes again, fucking up another good thing.
I laid there, not noticing the fact that Connie was standing by my door.
"I'm leaving."
I sat up slightly, looking at him with a blank expression. A large hickey sat on his neck, his shirt barely covering it. I plopped down on my back, letting out a long sigh.
"Get out. We're over"
"Wait what?"
"I wasn't speaking spanish. I'm breaking up with you. Pack your shit and leave."
He tried to argue back but I didn't bother replying. He couldn't do anything but agree. It was my apartment. I'm the one who paid the bills. He could be a cheating bitch in someone else's house.
Not mine.
Not anymore.
I got up, following him to the door, holding out my hand for the keys.
"Let's talk about this Y/n-!"
"You didn't want to talk when I wanted to. So go live with your bitches."
I closed the door behind him, not allowing him to get another word. As I started to walk away, there was a heavy knock on the door. I let out a low groan, swinging the door open, expecting to see Connie standing at the door.
No..
Instead, I was met with a red eyed Hange. Her brows knitting into a fearsome glare.
My heart dropped to my ass, my body moving instinctively, ready to close the door once again, not yet ready to talk to her.
