Justin Bieber Imagines

You Can't Fix Things That Aren't Worth Fixing || Breakup/Sad

justin.

I have done it again; somehow making you angry again for what felt like the hundredth time this week. Flushed cheeks and sore throats are what made up our relationship this time around. Restless nights and wary-eyes are an everyday thing for us— it's not a good habit for us to always be fighting, especially about the small things that aren't even nearly important or worth fighting about.

How did we become so distant? From all the warm kisses that we'd shower each other to cold hearts fighting a war and hands gripping our hair roots in frustration.

"I don't get it, tell me why we became like this!?" My throat was scratchy, it didn't sound like me, I'm falling apart. "This bickering and fighting needs to stop, we can't save this relationship if only I'm the one trying here!"

"Justin, I am not happy! I don't want to be with you anymore, there will be no happy ending if— like you said, only there's one person trying to fix this relationship." Her voice was hoarse, but clear and loud. "Justin, I met somebody else. I think I love him... I'm sorry." Her voice dropped low as she spoke, but I still heard every word through the pounding in my ears.

My hands balled in fists and I felt my jaw close tightly at her heart-wrenching confession. I held myself together as I gathered my thoughts on what to say. I stared her over— looking relieved with herself and it made me sick that all those months we spent together meant nothing.

"I gave you everything! Everything dammit!" I couldn't help but spit out. What the hell was I suppose to say to the women I love, but doesn't even reciprocate the same feelings towards me?

A shake of the head is what I got from her. She looked thoroughly done with this conversation and was ready to walk away, but I still needed more answers. We were finally talking, and I plan to make the best out of this conversation as much as I can even if we do end up breaking it off.

"When the hell did all of this shit happen?!" I kept my voice as normal as much as I could, trying to contain myself from lashing out. Her small feet padded along the hallway and I followed after her with no hesitation.

She let a small sigh escape her lips as she pushed open the door that connects to our room. "About three weeks ago," She said, reaching for the suitcase that was close to our bed. My heart broke at the sight of her when she started packing her belongings.

I took big steps towards her and the suitcase and forced it closed before she started packing more of her stuff in it. "Please," I began as I blocked her way towards the suitcase by standing in between the two, "Please don't do this, no no no, we could still work it out— I mean.."

"Justin STOP! We both aren't fucking happy, and we aren't going to work this out. Just accept the fact that we are over! I'm sorry to break it to you, but I can't keep staying here with you if we both can't stop getting at each other's hair, please,—" She choked out a sob and let some tears fly freely from her eyes and I did the same. "Please don't make this harder than it already has to be." She finished, wiping away some fallen tears.

She pushed me away gently so she could continue with her task and I shook my head, "I-I know we can fix this..— we need to still have hope," I said, going behind her and gripping her shoulders.

Her hands closed the suitcase shut and she let her head fall forwards. "You're in denial Justin. I already told you, I found somebody else," She started in a soft voice. She turned around in my hands and stared at me straight in the eyes.

Her eyes were what I loved about her, so beautiful, so captivating, but now they're a dull color, no life found in those irises I fell in love with. "You need to get over it, I'm sorry. I'm so damn sorry Justin, but you can't fix things that aren't worth fixing, sad reality Justin."

The palms of her hands held each side of my face as I let my eyes shut. Her warmth radiated off of her hands and into my face, and I found it more difficult to let her go. I felt my jaw clench again before I pulled my head back away from her hands as I let her words sink in. I backed away and gave her room. She looked taken back with the sudden gesture, but she returned to herself as she gripped her suitcase handle and pulled it off of the bed.

I turned my head away from her and to the wall, where there so happened to be a framed picture of us at a family barbecue. Note to self: take down the pictures that included her.

Her feet creeped to the door, the wooden panels against her feet creaking with her every move. "Justin," She breathed out, one step away from leaving the room.

"Just leave, I don't want you here anymore. I'll try to send the rest of your stuff to your house before the end of the week." I cut her off bitterly, wanting her out of my life as fast as she came in mine.

I felt her frown even if I didn't make eye contact with her and soon I felt her presence go away. I breathed out a breath that I didn't know I was holding.

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A few days later, I realized how much I've isolated myself from all my friends because I was so caught up in my relationship, always either worrying about it or not, I let our relationship take over my life.

I got an eye opener all thanks to her, yeah I was a little heartbroken, but heartbreak goes away, and there are 3.52+ billion women in the world that I can have my pick on, so I didn't let myself mope around too long about the breakup.

I felt like I was falling apart throughout our relationship, but I ended up piecing myself together when we went our separate ways because I then realized that yeah, I can't fix things that aren't even worth fixing and sometimes it could be for the worse or for the better. In my case, I soon realized that it was for the better. I felt weightless because I didn't have to worry about my other partner or I could finally socialize with many people, especially women in a flirtatious or casual way without my partner not approving and whatnot.

I'm kinda glad to say that everything in my life got a little easier and better after our breakup.

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