I felt the glass bottle rest on my lips, like it was asking for entrance. The burning liquid rolled down my throat, making the pain fade out. Warm tears rolled down my face, but my face stayed still. It was like my face was numb from all of the crying. It's been 24 hours since he left me. 24 painful hours, that have made those 3 years seem like they faded. All the memories we shared are still left to haunt me, just like the photographs.
I threw the empty vodka bottle at the wall watching it shatter into a million pieces. I let out a loud sob not caring if people could hear.
"I can't act like I love you anymore, it's hurting both of us." His words ran through my head. I should of known all the 'I love you' or when he kissed me he didn't feel the same sparks I did. It was all a lie, the whole relationship. I wasted 3 years on him, I can't get that back. I need to move on, but it's so hard when the memories come into place like a wake up call that I should of noticed when we were together.
He never said 'I love you' first.
He never kissed with passion like I did.
He never looked me in the eyes when he would talk to me.
He never loved me.
It was like I was drowning in my feelings as he was the one who poured the water onto me.
I was falling and he just looked the other way.
It was all an act. and he is a pretty good actor because I believed him.
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Shawn Mendes Imagines
FanfictionI imagine i'm with Shawn and make a book out of it. ~completed~ If you want more, check out my 2 other Shawn Mendes imagine books ;) i also have more books involving this messy hair cutie. the cabin, remember, always been you, and wrong number, and...
