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Max Verstappen [A stranger]

A/N Max isn't portrayed as someone nice here, so be sure to split fiction and real life (:

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WORDS: 850

Inspired by: "Somebodythat I used to know"
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Sometimes I think about how it was when we still were together:

Giggling I try to get out of Max's grip, and push him away, but he is stronger and has no mercy.

"Okay, I give up." I manage to say, gasping for air, while he is grinning down at me, before laying his head on my chest. With slow movements I brush my fingers over his back, listening to the almost purring sounds he makes.

"If I would die now, it would be a happy death." He mutters with a soft voice, cuddles himself even closer against my body and I need to smile. That was when we were still happy.

But sometimes I felt lonely even when I was with him:

We are out together but so far away from each other at the same time. Max is laughing with his friends while emptiness takes over my inside. Bites itself through my body and sadness devours my veins. With him being there I am happy, but at the same time all alone.

Sometimes I feel like I am addicted to a certain kind of sadness. With him, I feel lonely, but I don't want to miss out on spending time with him, so I accept the negative feelings.

Max doesn't even realise what I am doing for him, thinking that I am happy with a full heart, but it isn't like that.

Then the day came when we ended things:

With a sloppy movement, I brush the tears away which are already dripping down my cheeks.

"I am sorry, but I can't do this anymore. I love you, but being with you makes me feel empty which I can't even explain. It is like this relationship doesn't bring anything positive to my life anymore and I destroy myself while being with you." During my words, he just looked at me and tears appeared in his eyes.

"It would be better for both of us if we would end things." I spoke out loud about what was hanging above us all the time. The sentence that brings a tsunami of feelings with it. Max gulps and tries to find the right words.

"I didn't know that you were feeling like this, and it hurts to know that I couldn't help you. But even though we will break up now, you should get the chance to feel better, could we still be friends?" Max words or more his question is a lie, but I don't care, because I am kind of happy that it is over now.

But then he pushed me away immediately:

The little bit in my heart which believed his words died quickly. He crossed me out of his life as quickly as he was able to.

In our favourite cafe is the first time when I realise it. Usually, when I was sitting there alone, drinking my hot chocolate he sat down beside me as a surprise. But not this time. Instead of sitting down with me, Max ordered a coffee, back turned consequent into my direction and even when one of his friends pointed at me, he only shrugged his shoulders. This was when I realised that I was no longer part of his life. There is no Max and I anymore, only separated from each other. The teamwork ended there.

Well and then this happened:

His almost holy music collection is still at my place, and I hope he will come and get them. A meeting, maybe a friendship will follow. But do I even want that?

Then the little slap in the face. The bell rings and full of happiness I open the door, only to be drowned in sadness. It is only Max's best friend.

"I want to pick up Max's stuff." He admits, almost a bit ashamed and I sigh. Let him enter and watch how the last bits of Max's personal stuff leave my apartment and would probably never return.

During this night I cried for the first time after the breakup. Not because I am sad about the ending of the relationship in general, but only because I can't understand why we ended up in this situation. We were happy, but then my feelings kind of changed.

But then I think about certain situations:

With a sceptical look on my face, I look at myself in the mirror. I used to love this pair of jeans, but I know it was fitting better a few weeks ago. But instead of being someone who cheers me up Max just said.

"Well, you used to weigh less." While wandering up and down my body with his eyes. Ashamed I lower my gaze, not that I didn't know that he would say it, but it still hurts.

"But it is your fault for eating all that garbage" He adds before he disappears out of the room. He is right, it is my own fault...

Max dragged me down and made me believe it was my fault and now that I realised it he is just a stranger from my past.