How it ended

Samantha's POV

Samantha's POV-
I watch as Lucas showers Taylor with kisses. I sighed and walked out of the house and to her backyard. I opened the sliding door and stepped outside.

I slipped off my heels and dipped my foot in the pool. I looked at my reflection. Was I really that ugly for Bradley to break up with me? Ever since me and Bradley broke up two years ago, I started cutting and began developing depression. Francesca and Alec tried to cheer me up, but none seemed to help.

My eyes started to water as I remember the way we broke up. It broke me.

-Flashback two years ago-

I was sitting in my dorm room just surfing the net. Bradley hasn't contacted me yet. Which he said he would two hours ago. My roommate was sleeping and her soft snores were so cute.

I heard a banging on the door. I looked at the time and saw it was past twelve. Who would be outside at this time?

I got up and opened the door. I saw Bradley outside with a tear stained face. I opened the door wider and gave him a questioning look.

"What's wrong?" I ask. I tried to touch his face, but he flinched and moved back. "Bradley? Are you okay?" I ask. His face hardened.

"Would you like to explain this?" his voice emotionless. He showed me his phone and saw me and a dude kissing. It was from Sophomore year. Why would he have that?

"That is me and a guy kissing," I say, shrugging. Tears formed in his eyes. "So you've been cheating on me while I was UCLA. I took the first trip to New York to tell you this in person! I love you and you played me! If our relationship was a whole joke to you while you whore around! Then we shouldn't be together you dirty slut ugly bitch! I never want to see you! Ugly ass shit!" he shouts, before storming out of the girls dorm.

I was frozen on the spot. He thinks I've been whoring around? I ran inside my dorm and locked myself in my restroom. I promised myself to never do this again. It was a promise I made in Freshman year.

I promised to never cut. My arms were tingling to be cut open. I grabbed my razor and held onto it tightly. Should I? Then I felt a pain on my wrist and then blood dripping. I kept cutting until I had eleven lines on my wrist.

Then I heard my name being shouted. Then black. When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. I haven't seen Bradley in over two years.

-End of Flashback-

I've been drinking myself to sleep, my grades dropped but graduated college anyway. I used loads of foundation to cover my scars and dark bags. Then I saw him.

I turned around and saw Bradley. He sat down next to me. Tears formed in my eyes. Seconds later, I started sobbing. I sobbed into my hands. I felt him put me on his lap and rub my back soothingly.

"I-I m-missed y-you," I sobbed into his chest. He stayed silent. He lifted my face with his finger so I was now looking at him. I missed his smell. His eyes. His lips. Him. I missed him more than I miss my dead dad.

Then he placed his lips on my lips. After a make-out session, we cuddled near the pool.

"I missed you too," He says with his husky voice. Then I looked in his eyes. He placed something on my ring finger. It was a wedding ring.

I gasped. "Will you marry and forgive me even when were not together?" he asks. I looked at his mesmerizing brown eyes.

"Yes," I say. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!" I kiss him senseless.

"I love you so so so so so so much. The world didn't make sense without you near me or with me," Bradley says.

"I love you very much!" I say.
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GOODBYE! I LOVE YOU ALL!