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95. the truth about love

IM NOT DEAD I JUST DISAPPEARED FOR A BIT

THANK YOU TO JBluvs FOR THE COVER BECAUSE NIALL LOOKS BAE AND HARRY LOOKS HILARIOUS

A/N: okay so idk about you guys, but basically wattpad said that my story is completed ???? And I was like yooo wtf and so many people were like "94 IS THE LAST CHAPTER!!!! WHAT KIND OF ENDING IS THAT SARAH!!! YOURE HEARTLESS!!!" AND I WAS LIKE YOOO NO IT ISNT WHAT THE FUCK WHY WOULD I HURT YOU GUYS LIKE THAT but idk why wattpad did that.

But don't worry, the story ain't over until I say it's over lol

BY THE WAY LAST CHAPTER I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT DRAG ME DOWN SHIIII ALL I GOTTA SAY IS MY SONS/HUSBANDS/RULERS LOOKED FINE ASF ALL MY BEANS LOOKED BEAUTIFUL. I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM

And did ya'll hear Hair by Little Mix that song has my heart ❤️ I was thinking about hitting Fuckboy up (I know I'm stupid idk what demon possessed me and made me think that) but then Little Mix dropped Hair and I was like its a sign... He ain't SHIT

isn't Niall cute or what like I just realized how CUTE NIALL IS AW WHAT A BABY . I love him.

I want to wash my face so I have clear skin but I'm so lazy. I don't want to get up ): I'll wash it tomorrow when I take a shower the struggle

11:11 PM RIGHT NOW MAKE A WISH

95 - The Truth About Love

I don't know how long or how far I've gone-- I've never been to this side of London.

But I just keep walking with my head down, pushing past people in the streets and mumbling to myself with tears streaming down my face about how much I loathe Niall.

I fucking loved him. I made him my everything. I knew everything about us was unhealthy but I didn't care-- I felt like I needed him.

I never needed him.

But who the hell am I kidding? I feel like Niall is the air I breathe.

Maybe I do need him. The only way to tell is to see if I kill myself before he's out. (Which is likely).

And it feels like I'm at the beginning all over again. Where I make remarks about killing myself. Like I just went in a circle. What made me think I could escape depression. Love isn't shit. My mental illness lasted longer then my relationship.

I vigorously wipe at the tears drowning my red cheeks, as I walk towards a small park.

It was either the park or the cafe and I'm not trying to cry in a cafe washroom. I've already cried in a courthouse washroom today.

I sit on the nearest bench (the bench is decaying, chipping and broken; just like my heart) before putting my face in my hands and just letting myself cry. I went from promising myself I wouldn't even think about shedding a single tear to crying everything left in me.

"What's wrong, sir?"

I'm ready to go off on whoever's bothering me because of you see me crying, just leave me the fuck alone, but when I look up ready to tear whoever has bothered me apart with just my words I see a girl, no older then 9, looking at me with big hazel eyes.