Depressing One Shots

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"Jess," Hadley begun, "I can explain."

"Explain what? The fact that you flirt with every person in sight? The fact that you can't keep anything to yourself? What the hell do you think there is to explain about that?" Jess screamed.

Hadley's face fell blank and pale. This time, she knew it was over. There had been many false alarms, however this one was the worst argument yet. It was the great, yet ever so depressing, argument. Obviously, this had been expected at some point, but she hadn't been expecting Jess to feel this way suddenly. Only a few days ago, they were planning out their future house for after university. Now, Hadley and Jess would be living apart.

Another bad part of this is that Hadley would be left with nobody. She made the same mistake every time; she put all her hope into her girlfriend, forgetting about her friends, right until that moment, when she realised she was left with nothing.

"You can't explain anything. Nothing needs explaining. I know what I have been seeing, and I know how I feel, and I know what is right. Me and you, we just aren't right. We are a broken vase - unfixable." Jess continued.

"We haven't even tried to fix it, there has to be a way somehow, right? There is a way."

"Shut up. We're over. There is no fixing this. I don't even want to try. Let's just be friends, okay?"

"But you promised, Jess, you promised we'd be forever. You said we'd get 2 dogs, one little, one big. You said we could adopt 2 children, too. You said you wouldn't hurt me, so why do this? Don't do that. You can't do that! I actually believed you. I thought you were different. I thought you were there for me, like I was trying to be there for you. I thought we were made to be."

"I feel really bad, okay?" This is for the best. Just act natural, act like it never happened."

The only thing Hadley saw after that was the back of Jess, her jet black ponytail swinging behind her.

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For the next few days, Hadley got no sleep at all. Her night were spent mainly crying, but also talking to friends. Her best friend, Ross, who was always there to help her after these things happened, was there to help her.

"Maybe you should get rid of everything that was from her, or that belonged to her, or something?" Ross suggested.

Each day felt like it got harder. Seeing Jess felt like torture. Hadley kept getting tempted to go over and hug her, and remind her how much she loved her, but then she remembered.

Taking her best friend's advice, Hadley destroyed everything. All the letters, the photos, the gifts, everything. She threw it all into a fire, and that was it. I mean, she had to move on right? What nobody else expected, was that she was going to throw herself onto the fire last. She used to belong to Jess. So, that is what she did. Burnt herself to a crisp.

The hospital really wasn't a nice place. Ross was there, along with all of Hadley's family, all stood around her bed. She was in a coma. There was no chance she'd make it, right?

At that moment, Jess walked into the room. She glanced at everyone, like she was the leader of the place. Taking the hint, all the others left.

"I never thought you would react like this," Jess started. "I didn't want to hurt you. I thought you were doing fine, you know? You seemed alright. I thought you were strong enough to deal with this. I don't think I can live with myself, knowing that I did this to you. God, I put you here. If I wasn't like this, maybe you'd not be here. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry."

A dreaded noise came from the heart monitor. Hadley's heart had stopped, forever. The nurses came in, and began to do whatever they were doing, but none of that mattered to Jess.

What have I became? I'm a murderer. I killed Hadley! This isn't what I expected. I didn't think she'd care that much. Now, I'm left here, with this on my shoulders. This was my fault, all of it. I murdered her. I'm a murderer. I always said it was wrong to murder, but look at me. I murdered Hadley.

|| A/N: I'm sorry if this was bad, but it's like 2am and I wanted to write something so I just went with it and wrote whatever came to my brain. I didn't exactly think it through. Are my stories repetitive? Probably. I need more inspiration. Thank you for reading (if anyone even did)!

- Riley ((: ||