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Y/NS POV After witnessing her backstab me like a bitch, I feel entirely sick to my stomach. The amount of trust I held towards her just for her to do such an insolent thing was never a thought.
Her pet names were fake. Flirting was fake. Kisses and physical affection were all fake. Words of affirmation, fake. The way she looked at me, fake. All of this, fucking fake.
Paige is a liar.
God, I can't even think about her name without needing a damn bucket to throw up in.
I cannot believe I had faith in her and I.
Words can't comprehend how resentful I endure regarding her. The time and work I put into our relationship just for her to do the same thing to another girl. I sigh in defeat, I knew this was too good to be true. Things were moving effortlessly and I assumed after graduation everything would settle but no, she had other plans.
I waited for her, what an asshole.
I lay back on the couch and brush my hands through my hair, feeling immense amount of stress. I don't know what to do and I have to face her tonight for Nika and Aaliyah's party.
Shit. Okay.
I just need to lock in, not make it about myself, drink this agony away, and celebrate their accomplishments.
I don't think I can bear to look at her at the dinner table, plus I'm not even fucking hungry anymore.
I hear a knock on my door, leaving me to slightly flinch, knocking me back into reality.
I freeze, not knowing what the fuck to do. The chances of it being Azzi and Paige are pretty much 100%.
Do I just ignore it? Open the door? Say I'm sick? Say I'll meet them later?
I sit there, contemplating what to do. I feel my heart rapidly beating along with anxiety shooting through the roof.
All of a sudden, I hear mumbling behind the door but I'm not able to make out what they're saying.
Another set of knocking comes through, but I decide to stay quiet because I have no idea what to do.
I sit there in silence, listening out for any movement through the door as I refuse to move.
After a few seconds, I hear some more mumbling and foot steps progressively getting quieter. I think I'm in the clear. In relief, I lay on the couch with a wave of tiredness hitting me.
I close my eyes in defeat, letting the exhaustion wash over my body. Tears slowly stream down my face.
It's okay, I need to let my emotions out and if this is the time, it's the time.
I let my thoughts drift away into the abyss as I slowly lose consciousness.
