𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘, ᵁᴺᴰᴱᴿᴳᴿᴼᵁᴺᴰ ᴿᴬᴾᴾᴱᴿˢ & ᴿᴬᴾᴾᴱᴿˢ

BREAK UP, 021

IN WHICH... SHE LEAVES HIM FOR HER WELL-BEING.

Y/N SAT ON THE COUCH, HER PHONE IN HAND, EYES RED AND PUFFY FROM HOURS OF CRYING.

She'd been sipping on a bottle of Azul Reposado, the empty bottle now lying next to a couple of drained Coronas on the kitchen counter. The mess was nothing compared to the chaos in her heart. Devokeyous had been out all day, and she used the time to pack his shit, leaving it right by the door.

As she scrolled through old pictures of them, messages, even tweets, she couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. But the love they once had had turned into something dark, something toxic. It was constant arguments, yelling, and disrespect. Y/N knew she had to end it, even if it broke her heart.

She heard the key turn in the lock and took a deep breath. This was it. Devokeyous walked in, immediately spotting his stuff piled by the door. His brows furrowed, confusion turning to anger.

"What the fuck is this all about now?" he snapped, his voice echoing through the small apartment.

Y/N didn't even look up from her phone. "It's over, Dev," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.

"Over? What the hell you talkin' 'bout?" He took a step closer, his presence as overbearing as ever.

"You heard me. I'm done. I can't do this shit no more," she replied, finally meeting his gaze. "All we do is fight. It's toxic, and I can't keep livin' like this."

Devokeyous scoffed, shaking his head. "So you just gon' throw me out like that?

Y/N stood up, the room spinning slightly from the alcohol, but she held her ground. "Yeah, 'Cause shit ain't worth nothing if you're just going to keep being disrespect. You gotta go."

He stepped closer, his anger palpable. "You really think you can just end this? After everything I've done for you?"

Y/N's heart raced, but she stood her ground. "Everything you've done? All you've done is make me feel like shit. I'm done with your bullshit."

Devokeyous sneered, his eyes darkening. "I'm not going nowhere," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. He took another step, his hand twitching as if he might strike her.

Y/N's breath hitched, fear mingling with her resolve. "You think you can scare me? Hit me? That's all you got left? Go ahead, Dev."

For a moment, the room was thick with tension. Then he dropped his hand, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "You ain't worth it," he spat, grabbing his stuff. "Watch when I get my niggas on you."

Tears streamed down her face, but she knew she had done the right thing. For once, she had chosen herself. And that was something she wouldn't regret.

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HOURS LATER, Y/N SAT IN THE SILENCE, TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF THE MESS THAT HAD BEEN BECOME IN HER LIFE.

She picked up her phone again, instinctively opening Instagram. Scrolling mindlessly, she found herself on Devokeyous's profile. Against her better judgment, she tapped on his story.

There he was, just hours after their breakup, at some club. Music blared in the background as he laughed surrounded by people. He looked like he didn't have a care in the world. Y/N felt a sharp pang in her chest. How could he move on so quickly? Did their relationship mean so little to him?

Tears welled up in her eyes again, spilling over onto her cheeks. She felt so stupid, so hurt. Desperation clawed at her as she dialed her best friend's number.

"Hey, what's up?" her friend answered after a couple of rings.

Y/N's voice was shaky. "I broke up with Dev and I just... I just saw his story. He's out clubbing like nothing happened."

Her friend sighed, already knowing where this conversation was going. "Girl, you know he ain't shit. You did the right thing by ending it."

"But it hurts," Y/N choked out, tears streaming down her face. "It hurts so fucking much. It's like he never cared."

"Of course it hurts," her friend said gently. "But you can't keep doing this to yourself. You deserve someone who's gonna treat you right, not some dude who's out partying the second y'all break up."

Y/N wiped her tears, her friend's words resonating with her. "I know, but... seeing him like that, it's like a slap in the face."

"Listen, Y/N," her friend continued, "he's trying to numb his pain the only way he knows how. Don't take it as a sign he didn't care. But remember, caring doesn't excuse his behavior. You left because you needed to, for your own peace. Don't let his actions make you doubt yourself."

Y/N sniffled, trying to steady her breathing. "I just need this to stop hurting."

"It will," her friend assured her. "Just take it one day at a time. And don't hesitate to call me, no matter what time it is. We'll get through this together."

Y/N nodded, even though her friend couldn't see her. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Always," her friend replied. "Now, get some rest. Tomorrow's a new day."

As she hung up, Y/N took a deep breath, feeling a small but significant weight lift off her shoulders.

AUTHORS NOTE;
I KNOW LAZER DOESN'T SEEM LIKE
THE TYPE TO GET NIGGAS TO
BEAT UP A FEMALE, BUT
JUST FOR THE PLOT
YOU KNOW.