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Love? (n.m)

You had gotten used to it really. Not being around Nate as much and him going to clubs and getting high. It wasn't always like this, but for the past month or so he started acting this way.
Nate was distant and when you tried to hug or kiss him he'd pull away. You thought maybe it was stress or music writing problems. Your thoughts were interrupted by a drunk ass Nate. Here we go....
"Where the hell were you?" As if you didn't know.
"The bar? Why do you care." Nate slurred.
"Nate I was just worried. You don't need to get mad." You scoffed.
"Since when can you boss me around? I don't even get why with you? I never loved you. Nor will I ever." You shook it off because he was drunk.
But then it hit you. It made sense! The drinking, pushing away, distance. You heart felt like it was ripped out. The whole time it was a lie!
"W-what?" You stuttered.
"You heard me. I don't love you. D-O-N-T L-O-V-E Y-O-U!" Nate spelled out.
Tears threatened to spill. And they did. In seconds tears were flowing down your face. Nate realized and he went pale.
"Y/n-" yo didn't allow him to finish.
"Then I'm sorry I wasted your time." You said honestly.
"No y/n. It's not like that. Look." He tried explaining.
"There isn't anything to explain Nate. It's okay you don't love me, I can't force you. And I truly am sorry I wasted your time." You just felt like crawling into a hole.
"Please listen. Okay, about a month ago I saw h/ex/n she kissed me and I realized I missed her. I'm so sorry I wish I didn't because you're an amazing girl and you'll find a guy that will value you more than I ever could." Nate gave you one last hug before walking away.
You felt weak. Fall onto your knees you began sobbing. How could he do that? He was the only guy for you even if he didn't realize it, and you felt awful.