song: we don't talk anymore - Charlie Puth ft. Selena Gomez
Your POV
You opened the door to the small coffee shop. You walked inside and stopped in your tracks.
You turned around, hoping he didn't see you.
"(y/n)?" You heard him ask. You turned around.
"Grayson." You smiled. You walked over to his table. He had a big smile on his face. You missed that smile. "You can sit." He said.
You sat down across from him. He stared at you. It felt like he was burning holes into your face.
You looked up from your lap. His eyes were lit up like Christmas trees. You missed those eyes, too.
"It's been a while." He said breaking the awkward silence.
"Yeah, almost a year." You said.
"It seems longer than that. The days seem to go by a lot slower without you." He said. You stayed quiet, and nodded.
"It's nice to see you in person rather than through my phone screen." He chucked. You smiled.
"I miss that smile." He said. You swallowed the spit that was in my mouth.
"Grayson-"
"I know. You've moved on. But I haven't. (y/n), I still love you. I think about you almost everyday, and it's driving me crazy. I miss you."
"Grayson, I miss you too, how could I not. But I moved on. And you should to. We broke up. It was a wonderful three years with you. The best years of my life, but what's in the past is in the past."
"I can't move on, (y/n). Not that easy, and not that quick."
"Quick? It's been a year, Grayson." You said.
"Eleven months and two weeks." He corrected.
"You've been keeping track?" You asked. He shrugged.
"I still have hope, that I'll get you back." He said looking down in his lap. You hated seeing him like this. It just made you want to cry.
"I think about you to." You said. He looked up.
"You do?" He furrowed his eye brows.
"I still care about you, Grayson."
"Please, give me a second chance. I can't live without you. (y/n), please I'm begging you. I cry myself to sleep because of it. Please." He said, reaching over and grabbing your hand.
You pulled your hand back. "I'm sorry, Grayson." You said. You stood up from the table.
You walked outside. You heard Grayson running after.
"(y/n)!" You heard him yell. He caught up to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his chest. He cupped your cheeks and smashed his lips into yours.
You got butterflies. The butterflies you used to get when you were around him.
You pulled away, lightly pushing him away.
"Grayson, you can't do that. Not anymore, we broke up. You have to understand that."
"I can't understand that (y/n). Please, I'm still in love with you."
"Just forget about me! Leave me alone! Stop thinking about me, because your wasting your time! We're not getting back together, no matter how hard you beg. I'm sorry, but I moved on, and it's for the best." You said and walked away, promising yourself to never see Grayson again.
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*gags*
