A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

Hello Part 1

A/N: Yes the title is the same as Adele's song. You may now procceed to creating a lyrics chain in the comments.
Trigger Warning- Mentions of suicide and cutting. Do not read paragraph two if you are triggered by any of those things.

     I sat in my bedroom going through my old photo album my ex-boyfriend gave to me. I swore I'd never touch it again, but I couldn't resist looking at it. There were pictures of him and I at the beach, at amusment parks, at school dances, and so much more. Each photo brought back a wonderful memory, but with every memory came pain. It felt as if someone had taken a dull blade and stabbed me in the heart. Tears welling in my eyes, I slammed the photo album shut and threw it across the room.

     I was sad. I was angry. What the hell did I do to make him change his mind? I knew I wasn't special, but he always said he loved me to the moon and back. I felt so loved, and then one day, it all changed. He was cold. I didn't feel the love. Then he dumped me. I fell into a state of despair. I felt horrid pain, the kind of pain that makes you want to scream until your voice is gone and your throat is raw. The kind of pain that makes you want to rip all your hair out. The kind of pain that makes you want to slit your wrists and arms until every ounce of blood in your has gushed onto your bathroom floor. The kind of pain that makes you want to take a gun, load it, press it to your temple, and pull the trigger. I was desperate to end my life. What did I have to live for without him?

     I spent nearly three months of binge eating ice cream, watching Netflix, and talking to people via Internet. I got help from my friends. I slowly but surely pieced my life back together. The only thing that didn't get pieced back together was my heart. It was shattered beyond repair. To this very day, I'm still heartbroken over the one person I love the most.

I know he didn't feel the same way. His life continued on after he dumped me. He continued making music. First on his own. Then his band got back together. It's been two years since our breakup — and the band's — and they've already released an album called Save Rock And Roll. I was still mad at him, but I didn't hate the band. I enjoyed their music a lot, even though it reminded me of him. But hey, everything comes with a price, am I right?

A/N: I'm working on P2