𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 • 𝘝𝘰𝘹 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ✓

Chapter XXIII - True Love

a/n: *holds up new chapter as an offering* my gift, to make up for (y/n) not being the one to sing "un poco loco." (cringe warning. no hate...)
I dedicate this to you!

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You rush home, flopping onto your bed as you bury your face into the depths of your pillow. And you know what?

You can't help it.

You can't...fucking help it.

You cry.

And cry and cry and cry...

How could you be so fucking stupid?!
Your friends knew...so why couldn't you see it?

You grip the edge of your mattress, letting another watery sob escape your lips.

You know why...

Because you loved him. You were stupidly, completely, and utterly in love with him. Foolishly, yes.

He didn't even love me back...did he?

You were hopelessly devoted to him.

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(START SONG)
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"Guess mine, is not the first heartbroken..." you sigh, rubbing your puffy eyes. "My eyes, are not the first to cry."

You turn on your side, looking into the mirror to see your puffy eyes and disheveled appearance. "I'm not the first to know. There's just no getting over you." You sit up, still hugging your pillow. "I know, I'm just a fool...who's willing--to sit around and wait for you."

"But baby, can't you see?" you let out a soft laugh. "There's nothing else for me to do. I'm hopelessly devoted to you..."

You exit your room, putting on your jacket and shoes as you head out the door, swinging from your doorframe as you clutch it theatrically. "But now, there's nowhere to hide! Since you pushed my love aside! I'm out of my head! Hopelessly devoted to you!"

You start walking down the sidewalk, hands tucked in your coat pockets. "Hopelessly devoted to you..."

"Hopelessly devoted to you..."

You walk down the street, nearly missing a car that almost runs over you. They yell something and flip you off, driving ahead. Your hair catches the wind behind the car, blowing behind you.

"My head is saying, 'fool! Forget him!'" you rest a hand on your chest, patting it almost as if you're promising yourself something."My heart is saying, 'don't let go! Hold onto the end.' And that's what I intend to do..." you squeeze your eyes shut, letting the wind whisk freely over your scalp. "I'm hopelessly devoted to you."

You plop onto the ground under a sycamore tree's vast shade, pulling your knees to your chest. "But now, there's nowhere to hide! Since you pushed my love aside!" you squeeze your fists, biting back a sob. "I'm out of my head! Hopelessly devoted to you! Hopelessly devoted to you..."

"Hopelessly devoted to you..."

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You hit your forehead against your knees, as if it'll knock some sense into you. Though even if it did, what's done is done. You were nothing more than you were supposed to be.

And you were made to be a fucking puppet.

You were mad.