Chandler Riggs Imagines | √

I gave you everything.

"Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway."
-Maxon Schreave from The Selection stories, The One.

Listen to You Like Me (OZZIE Remix) by Paris Jones for this chapter.

Y/N's Pov.

My mouth fell open and stood like that for what it seemed like hours. Chandler found someone new. The girl was standing beside him proudly, the brunette having a triumphant smile on her face.

Oh, how I would've liked to wipe that smile off her face.

I held in a breath, and people kept staring at me. Their eyes piercing through me. How, how did it happen?

Asher and Melanie turned to look at me, as confused as I was. But, the only difference was that my vision was blurry. A tear dropped and I wiped it away from a slap, nobody could see me cry. He couldn't see me. She couldn't see me.

So, after the lonely tear, none came out. I quietly stood up and grabbed my purse. There was no other exit, so I had to pass them.

When I hit the door, Chandler took me by the wrist. I tried to pull away, but his grip got only tighter.

"Let go off her!" Someone yelled.

He groaned and did, harshly. The scene we had almost a month ago flashed before my eyes.

"I thought something was today, I just couldn't remember it."

"Oh," I turned to the brunette bïtch, posing next to him. "Does Chandler memorize your anniversary?"

There were some 'Oohs' from the students or high fives or laughs, and I bit back a bitterly smile. Chandler grinned and the girl looked at him, with a raised eyebrow.

"Why, didn't he remember yours?" The girl said, and I swear...

They were some 'Oohs' again, but this time the less. I snapped my eyes to Chandler, hoping to find some hurt, some sadness, some anything. But I just found a cooky grin plastered on his face.

Gulping the hurt part of me, I opened my mouth.

"Take care of him," I warned the girl, "he sometimes slips away."

My footsteps echoed down the hall, as well as my sobs.

★★★

The rest of the week wasn't easy, or digestible. It just went by. Homework, chores, more homework. I was lost in a non-ending void, getting deeper and deeper with every miserable breath I took, or it seemed like that.

I didn't wear no makeup, so it seemed that a ghost half-dead was walking down the hall, with baggy sweatshirt and sweat jeans. Yes, I ended up in depression.

But not the kind of depression that you stay in bed with an ice cream bottle next to you and Netflix playing on the computer. No, I meant no putting attention to your surroundings. As if you were the last person left on Earth.

Get what I mean?

But it wasn't until a Tuesday, when I was walking to the parking lot where, I have to say I almost got killed three times, Asher was waiting for me to drive me home.

The thing is, a person took my arm and pulled me to the back of a Van. I didn't have the energy to fight back, so I just open my mouth and asked:

"What do you want?"

"Forgive me, please." It was his voice. The voice I was dying to hear.

"What?"

"I'm so, so sorry. Please, forgive me." Chandler whispered.

"What?"

"Is that all you're gonna say?"

"What?" I shook my head, not wanting him annoyed. "I mean, what do you mean?"

He sighed. "I'm sorry. I was such an ass. You deserved, and still do, more. Please, forgive me, will you?"

I thought about it. If I did, he could do it again. If I did, he could probably break my heart in million pieces, just like the last time. If I did... if, if, if. But, the if doesn't exist, doest it?

Sighing, I nodded my head. "Yes, I do forgive you."

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Hey guys.

The last imagine had so many good reviews, that I decided to make a happy ending. Because I'm doing with you guys crying over my imagines, haha.

Well, please drop a comment and a vote.

See you next time,

Fa.

(Yeah, that's my new closing.)