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lorenzo berkshire

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lorenzo had grown distant lately. he wouldn't hang out with y/n like he used to, and she couldn't ignore the ache that came with watching him laugh and joke with his other friends while she was left feeling forgotten. it wasn't like they'd fought or had some kind of falling out—he simply seemed to vanish from her side, slipping away bit by bit, until the silence between them felt louder than any of their old conversations. y/n tried to catch his eye in the hallways or after class, but he always seemed to be busy, always slipping out of reach. she couldn't help but wonder: had he lost feelings? or worse, had he found someone else?

finally, she couldn't bear the uncertainty anymore. confronting him was the only option left.

"enzo," y/n asked, her voice breaking slightly, "have you lost feelings for me?"

lorenzo looked up from his work, his jaw clenched and his eyes tired. "no," he snapped, "can you please stop? i'm trying to do my work."

her frustration bubbled over. "uh, no! you've been avoiding me, and i need to know what's going on." he didn't respond, his silence infuriating her further. "can you just talk to me? why aren't you talking to me?" she demanded, her voice cracking under the weight of hurt.

"stop it," he muttered through gritted teeth, his tone harsh.

"stop it?" she repeated, disbelief etched across her face. "can you just tell me what's wrong? you're acting like an asshole, lorenzo." the words were out before she could stop them, her pain making her reckless. his face twisted with anger, and suddenly he snapped.

in a fit of rage, he shoved his arm against her perfume shelf. the glass bottles tumbled, shattering in a cacophony of sound, expensive fragrances spilling out onto the floor, their scents mingling in a sickly, overpowering blend. y/n's eyes widened, a hand flying to her mouth in shock as she watched the destruction.

lorenzo stormed out, slamming the door behind him so hard the walls seemed to shake. y/n stood frozen, too stunned to even cry. she pressed her palms to her face, trying to make sense of what had just happened. why would he do that? she swallowed hard, her chest tight, and sank into her chair, her emotions swirling in chaos. she didn't know whether to feel angry or heartbroken. she wanted to cry but couldn't.

minutes passed as she forced herself to calm down, taking shaky breaths until her heart steadied. when she finally moved, she began cleaning up the mess he'd left. shards of glass glinted up at her, and the mingled perfume scents stung her nose. she swept up the broken pieces carefully, trying to push away the bitterness that threatened to overwhelm her. the shelf itself was intact, but her collection of perfumes was gone, shattered and ruined.

after cleaning, she sat on her bed, mind racing with ways to make money to replace what was lost. she sighed, exhaustion seeping into her bones, and leaned back.

the door creaked open, and lorenzo stepped inside, his face full of guilt. he hesitated, looking at her with remorse.

"thought of knocking?" she asked, her tone sharp.

"i know," he said softly, "i'm sorry. i should've knocked. i just... i came to apologize." he shifted uncomfortably. "for everything. i shouldn't have knocked over your perfumes. i know how expensive they are, and i promise i'll replace every single one. i don't care how much it costs."

y/n crossed her arms, unimpressed. "you've gotta do more than that, enzo."

his shoulders slumped. "i'm really, really sorry," he said, his voice cracking. "i'll do anything for you to forgive me. i can't stand having you mad at me. i regret what i did. i'll take you shopping, buy whatever you want. please, just say you'll forgive me."

she considered his plea for a moment before sighing. "fine," she relented, "but you owe me. big time."

a smile broke out across his face, and before she could protest, he tackled her with hugs and peppered kisses all over her face. she couldn't help but laugh, the tension melting away. he rested his head against her chest, his arms wrapped around her tightly.

"i love you," he whispered. "i'm sorry for everything."

y/n softened, wrapping her arms around him. "it's okay," she replied quietly. "i love you too."

a-n , guys im back im not dead i promise so much happened this week. I WENT TO THE SEVENTEEN CONCERT oh my god, it was freaking amazing and vernon my bf looked so good. i still haven't recovered and i miss them.