Make Me Forget✔

N I N E

Song of the chapter: Dangerously- Charlie Puth.

Conor's POV_

Three weeks...

All it took her was three damn weeks to get over me, while I still find myself crying everytime I remember her... everytime I remember us.

I still find myself speechless everytime I look in her eyes.

I still find myself completely losing it when I remember that I'm going to come back home and not find her there waiting for me.

I tried pretending that I'm over it, but it still hurts me everytime I go to sleep, not feeling her body next to mine.

Now she has someone new to spend her nights next to.

Now she has someone new to kiss her goodnight, and hug her when she's down.

Now she has someone new to love, and miss when they're gone.

Now she has someone new...

How the hell am I going to live with that?

How am I going to live with the images of her body in the arms of someone who isn't me?

How am I supposed to go on knowing that it only took her twenty one days to replace me?

After three years, I get replaced in less than a month, and all my fans know about it...

The fans that I've been ignoring and neglecting know that my ex found someone new who is probably better than me.

Better at treating her the way she wants to be treated.

Better at giving her the love I never got the chance to give her.

Just better at everything.

And you know what?

I'm not even going to tell you how bad it feels, because it hurts like hell just thinking about how she's going to go back home at the end of the day, to get wrapped in the arms of a different man, while I'm here, in my room, refusing to even talk to Alex who's been outside my bedroom door begging me to open the locked door and talk to him, but I can't.

How am I supposed to lock eyes with him after he's seen me breaking down because of her so many times, while she's in love with someone else?

How can I face my fans, my friends, and just the whole world after I got dumped and replaced in a matter of days?

How, just... how?

And you know what's burning me inside so much?

The fact that she looked in my eyes, and thought it was okay to fucking tell me she misses me after two months while she has a man waiting for her to come back home to him.

I've been afraid to even text her because I knew how hurt she was, but I guess she doesn't know how bad it hurts to hear her saying she misses me while I'm here, my hands tied behind my back, as if I can't do anything but to love her.

As if falling in love with her is the only thing I know, and that's far more hurtful than I imagined it would be.

I just realised how many times I've used the word 'hurt' these days, which is funny because only two months ago I didn't even know what does that mean.

Don't even talk to me about a perfect life when the only perfect thing I have is my ability to bear with this amount of pain without eventually killing myself.

"ALEX PLEASE GIVE UP ALREADY!" I yelled at my best friend behind the door separating us, walking around my room in absolute flames.

"CONOR I JUST WANT TO KNOW IF YOU'RE OKAY!" He said.