why don't we imagines

Farewell (C.B)

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the park where you and Corbyn had shared so many memories. You sat on the bench, heart heavy with the weight of what was about to happen. Corbyn arrived, his usual smile absent as he took a seat beside you.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice tinged with an unspoken sadness. You looked at him, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. "Hey," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I've been thinking a lot," he began, staring at the ground. "About us, about everything." You nodded, knowing where this was heading but dreading the words that would make it real. "I care about you so much, but I feel like we're drifting apart. We're both growing in different directions, and it's not fair to either of us to keep holding on when we're not happy."

Your heart shattered at his words, but deep down, you knew he was right. The late-night arguments, the silent treatments, the feeling of being alone even when you were together—it all pointed to the inevitable. "I know," you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "I've felt it too. But it doesn't make this any easier."

Corbyn reached out, wiping away your tears with a tenderness that made your heart ache even more. "You'll always be important to me," he said, his voice breaking. "But we both deserve to find happiness, even if it's not with each other."

You nodded, unable to speak as the sobs overtook you. He pulled you into a tight embrace, and for a moment, it felt like everything was okay. But as he pulled away, the reality of the situation hit you. This was the end.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you both stood up, knowing it was time to say goodbye. "Take care of yourself," Corbyn said, his eyes filled with tears. "You too," you replied, your voice trembling.

With one last look, you turned and walked away, leaving behind the memories of what once was and stepping into the unknown future.