Make Me Forget✔

T H R E E

Song of the Chapter: Feel Something- Jaymes Young.

Conor's POV_

"I can't take this anymore... I honestly can't."

"Are you crying?!"

"This is too much for me, Conor. I'm done. I'm so done."

My heart shattered inside my chest, leaving the echo of what I once called heartbeats to murder me alive.

I've ran out of tears, and I'm losing my mind.

Just one more drink...

That's what I kept saying after what felt like the thousandth drink tonight.

She's gone now... she's not mine anymore.

These words were enough to break me, and drive me insane.

This is not a Saturday night for me anymore, considering every night has been a Saturday night now that she left me.

But that's not good at all.

Drinking till I lose all my senses, the loud music failing to mute my thinking, where I drown myself in alcohol, hoping I could remove the feeling of her touch from over my skin, and the images of her red eyes as she cried the last goodbye off of my mind.

I loved her, more than anyone could ever love her... I know I did.

Three years... are now gone for nothing.

I was happy,

She completed me,

and now I feel as if a piece of me is gone.

It was nearly impossible...

Well, it was impossible, we broke up!

God, those three words hurt way more than they should.

'We broke up'

It's more like, 'We tore each other apart'

I honestly don't understand how I have all these people around me... how I manage to stumble over a girl everyday... how everyone I know shows nothing but support, and I still feel so dead inside.

And you know what hurts the most?

The fact that millions of people around this god damn world claim they love me, but only a few really want my happiness.

I don't give a fuck how it works, and I'm not the kind of person to go around shouting 'I'm famous'... all I wanted was the person I love next to me, and they somehow ripped her away from my arms, without it even being my fault.

I was numb... way too numb to even think my way through this, and I found my lips pushing against someone else's lips, so intensively... so eagerly and desiringly, making me feel nothing but absolute disrespect for myself.

But I didn't stop, I knew I wanted to feel better somehow, and it was working.

It was hurting me so bad, but it was working.

"What a bitch!"

"Eww are they really together?!"

"She looks so old what the fuck?"

"Umm is Conor Maynard really dating a club whore? Wow disgusting!" 

"I can't believe it, how is he dating her? She's way out of his league eww!"

I remember these... I remember it all.

In fact, I can't get myself to forget about any of this.