Summary: you and Charles lived in the same building, so it shouldn't have hurt as much as it did seeing you again after breaking up.
Warnings: angst, heartbreak. Based on the song Moving Along by 5sos
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Charles sighed, turning the alarm off before covering his face with the blanket as he tried to get some more sleep.
Thinking 'bout you lots, lately
He pulled it off as soon it as got too suffocating, and begrudgingly looked to the empty side of the bed.
It had been empty for far too long, a few weeks went by without it being occupied by you.
He turned onto his stomach, reaching his hand out to graze the bedsheet on the other side. He grabbed the pillow you used to sleep on and brought it close to his face.
He could still smell the faint scent of your shampoo even after washing it once. Inhaling sharply, he threw the pillow off the bed before groaning.
As he closed his eyes, he was disturbed by the sound of his phone ringing. He knew it wasn't you, but a small part of him hoped that you'd call.
It was his trainer, asking if he had followed his morning routine but Charles easily lied and said he followed every step but in reality he was still in bed.
His trainer sighed, knowing how difficult it was dealing with Charles after his breakup. Usually it wasn't like this, but you weren't just anyone, you were his everything.
Knowing that if he stayed in the comfort of his sheets, he'd only reminisce the memories he made with you, so he decided to finally get up.
Have you been eating breakfast alone like me?
He wandered to the kitchen after freshening up but it didn't change his appearance much. The dark bags underneath his eyes along with the small frown that made its way to his face permanently remained the same.
He remembered how you used to stand in the kitchen, wearing one of his shirts that you accidentally stole, making breakfast that was definitely not approved by his trainer.
If he stared any longer at the empty space, his mind would play tricks on him and conjure up a dream that looked too real.
Thinking 'bout you lots, lately
He closed his eyes and rubbed them, ensuring that he wouldn't hallucinate your presence. Maybe, it was because of the lack of sleep he's been getting lately.
He had no one to blame but himself, as he had gotten used to you too quickly and it would take a while before those habits would start to disperse.
With you, even something as mundane as making breakfast was the best start to Charles' morning, but now it's the beginning to the worst days.
