[✓] ɴꜰʟ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs ⊹ ₊ ⟡ ⋆

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬

•Take My Heart and Break It•

"How are you and Patrick?" F/n asked as the two of us seated ourselves in the booth.
I shrugged my shoulders, I'm not sure how to answer that question. Pat and I got into a fight a few nights ago.
We've been off ever since, and odd tension between us.
"Uh-oh," she inhaled as she stared at me.
"What?"
"Tell me what happened," she exhaled.
"I don't know what happened," I really don't know how it all went down.
"Oh honey," she frowned.
F/n laid her hand on top of mine and gave me a sad smile.

"Listen Y/n, if you need me for anything, you call me."
"I'm only a phone call away," F/n pulled me into a long hug, one that was much needed.
"I will," I smiled into the hug as I let her hold me.
"I love you," she squeezed me.
"I love you too," I smiled as I waved her goodbye.

I watched as F/n walked off, now i'm here on an empty street corner, all alone.
Alone with my thoughts and the lingering fear of Patrick and I being over for good.
Alone...

I walked up to the front door of my house, suddenly feeling sick.
Sick to my stomach, like I'm an intruder in my own home.
I slowly unlocked the door, quietly shutting it behind me once I was in.
I let out a small breath of relief as I entered the house and heard silence.
Patrick was most likely in the gym or at practice, either way he wasn't here.
That's a good thing.

"Fucking hell," I whispered to myself as tears poured down my face.
This is it. I can feel it.
Patrick and I are over for good, our three sacred years of holding one another so close, they're over.
I know I shouldn't assume, but I know this is the truth.

"Y/n?" Patrick's voice rang through the house, my heart dropped.
"Yeah?" My voice was hoarse from crying.
"Are you alright?" He was outside the door now.
"Fine, what's up?"
"I-uh, can you come out?"
"Hi," I whispered, my eyes red.
"Why were you crying?" Patrick frowned.
"It's not important."
Patrick nodded his head, backing away.
It stung, watching him brush off my crying, that's not my Patrick.
My Patrick is gone...

"What did you wanna talk about?"
"Us..." Patrick's eyes refused to look at me.
I nodded my head, already knowing what was about to happen.
"Look Y/n/n, I love you," he started.
"More than I've ever loved anyone."
"Pat—"
"Please listen," he held my hand.
I nodded my head, "Okay."
"I love you so much, that's why I have to let you go."
I shook my head, it's not real.
"If you love her, let her go, right?"
"No! That's not true Patrick! If you love her, me! If you love me, you'll stay!"
"What if I can't?" His voice cracked.
"Patrick," I cried.
"I'm sorry y/n/n," he laid his forehead on mine.
"Don't go," I placed my hand on his cheek.
"I love you, forever," he kissed my forehead, and that was it.
We're over...

I watched Patrick pull out of what used to be our drive way, but now it's just mine...
As he pulled out, he took my heart with him.
Any other time I've watched him pull away, he's always taken my heart, but he always brought it back.
He stole my heart the day I met him, but he always brought it back, full of love, kisses, and hugs.
But today, today is different, today he left and he took my heart.
But he's not coming home, and neither is my heart.

________________________________________________
-Authors Note-

Hi loves!

Pat imagine!✨

I'm sorry for being so inactive, unfortunately I'm still sick, so my energy and motivation have been so off balance, but I'm trying my best to get caught up on requests.

Thank you to everyone who's been so patient.

Much love!♥️