stranger \\ cth

"a million pieces"

hello friends (its colleen) im coming back to amurica today and I have some free time of this long ass plane so yay more mediocre writing !!

so wattpad isn't letting me italicize shįt so it will be in bold instead alrigjt? Alright.

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Love fúcking sucks.

It's put on some high ass pedestal and made out to be the greatest feeling in the world.

And for the most part it is.

Love is great when love is mutual.

But when it's not-when one person has put their heart and soul into a relationship and the other couldn't care less, love fúcking sucks.

Calum would know. 

Calum's learned that most people think physical abuse when they hear the term "unhealthy relationship". But he knows that it's much more. Calum's been in an unhealthy relationship and there wasn't a degrading word spoken, or a single punch thrown.

It was poisonous because he gave her his entire worth, and she asked for more.

Calum was neck-deep and drowning for Molly. And she didn't even bother to get into the water.

So Calum knows: love fúcking sucks.

Which is why he ended it. He realized that she was toxic, and he didn't want that anymore.

When Calum texted Ella, he decided that fate, is in fact real.

Ella was his breakaway from a relationship that took more out of him than what he could give. She pulled him away from his demons. She made him see that he didn't need Molly to survive anymore.

And goddamn, he was so grateful for her.

That's why he couldn't lose her. And that's why Molly coming back was a nightmare gone reality for Calum.

So he ran from his dreams. He ran away from the crowd that nurtured his demon. He didn't bother going back to the dressing room, even though he knew that the boys would help him regain his composure.

Finding a vacant closet, he trapped himself in, locked the door, and slid his back down the wall.

Deep breaths, he thought. Breath in four, breath out six.

Her. He needed her.

Calum: ella

Calum: please

Calum: baby please

Calum: respond

Calum: I need you

Calum: please ella

Calum: oh my fgosn

Calum: plea se

Calum: Ella  pleade I need ypu

Ella: Calum are you okay

Ella: cal what's wrong

Ella: talk to me

Calum: oh god

Calum: please don't leave me

Calum: I know I fùcked up but please