He sat on the couch, with his head in his hands. He was lost, and didn't know how to fix what was wrong. He didn't even know what was wrong. When everything was good, when they were still dating, when they were still taking photos, when he was still happy, everything seemed like it was going to end with that fairy tale ending. They'd get a shared apartment, probably get a dog, and work at their dream jobs. They had their lives planned out, and never thought about what would happen if they broke up.
Now, he was late on his rent for his apartment, still didn't have a dog, had killed all of his houseplants, and was working a mediocre job at the local record store. He wasn't rich by any means, but stayed at his job because he thought that if he left it, he'd never get another one.
He struggled to keep the positive thoughts in his head, and when they were there, they were sparse. He almost felt as if when he left, the happiness left, too.
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polaroids; malum
Fanfictionthose photos reminded him of the days that he wanted to forget but he knew that if he forgot, he'd lose it all
