𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 • 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 ᡣ𐭩 𝐭.𝐫

you breaking no
contact with him...

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When people say no contact, normally you would think that it's online and that we just don't text anymore.

But for me and Tom, we literally don't even look at eachother. It we're in the same environment we hold our fucking breath.

We don't talk about eachother we aboid eachother at all costs, even if that means skipping a class we know the other one will be in.

Yep. That serious.

After 3 of the best years of my life with Tom, our breakup was... more than rough.

Let's talk about those 3 years before we get into anything else.

Nothing but pure and reciprocated love.

The way he made me feel was just... on another level. And I know that I made him feel the same way.

He really made the mundane things in life feel so amazing, and knowing that I had him by my side made me feel complete.

He made me feel safe, loved, secure and ultimately... so fucking happy. It's cliché, but it really was the fairytale love.

The dates, the flirty jokes, the pillow talks, the cuddles before bed,

We were meant to be high-school sweethearts. Meant to be in love forever.

Pause. I will be in love with him forever.

But flashforward to where we are now. Well, more like where I am now.

Sat on the floor, curled up with my knees to my face and sobbing. Right next to Tom's dorm door.

While I think about our breakup. While I think about the flashbacks of the worst day of my life.

I sit curled up on Tom's lap, crying onto his shirt as his large hands hold me, making me feel protected from the way he's just ended things with me.

A few weeks ago, I took Tom to meet my parents. And I think that's when things went wrong.

They both started talking sbout marriage and how things need to be planned out. They even started talking about kids.

Which scared me and Tom, who were planning on taking things one day at time.

Yes, marriage was on the top of our list and we did want to have kids, but we are literally still in school.

So it wasn't happening anytime soon, but maybe in our 20's we would look into these things.

But by the look of it, Tom thought that I was thinking on the same way as my parents which caused him to end things with me.

"Y/n, I'm not ready for all of this so fast. I love you so much. Maybe we can try again an-"

"Tom, I'm sorry." I sob. "I- I don't know what I've done, Tom, but I'm so fucking sorry. I love you so much."

"It's not you, bab-"

"D- Don't call me that." I say, my head spinning as I feel the person most special person slip from my fingers.

"Y/n, I love you-"

"Stop talking." I say, clutching onto his shirt and crying until I end up falling asleep on his lap.

-

I wake up in his bed, his smell still lingering in the air. But he's not there.

Which really is a slap in the face. I'll never wake up next to him again.