Make Me Forget✔

T H I R T E E N

Song of the chapter: Doubt- Twenty One Pilots.

[ONE WEEK LATER]

Conor's POV_

'I don't know if I'm doing the right thing, believe me, but I needed to say I'm sorry... for everything.'

My tears haven't fell this hard in a while, and my heart hasn't beaten this loud since the last time I saw her, and now this pops on my phone... leaving me to hear the echo of my heart snapping in two as I stared down at the message, barely even seeing the words because of my blurry vision.

"Conor! What happened?!" Jack was sat next to me, fully alarmed at the tears that just left my eyes out of the sudden.

"I need to go see her." I got up, snatching my jacket off the couch to put it on quickly, my heart skipping a beat as I ran towards the door, nothing going on in my mind except my urge to get to the bar as fast as I could.

"See who?!" Jack ran behind me, trying to stop me with all the force he has left in his body.

"Who do you think?!" I asked, finally getting the jacket to cover my body as I slammed the door open.

"You're not going anywhere!" He tried talking to me through this, but we all know I'm not going to listen to anybody after what I just read.

"Jack... you need to understand." I put my hands on his shoulders, moving him away from me.

"No, Conor. You need to understand that you have to let it go already! It's been two fucking months!" He yelled.

"One last talk, okay? I just need to see her one last time." I told him, hoping he'd let me go, because I really can't wait any longer.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but, go." He sighed, stepping away from me.

"Thank you." I ran off to my car, getting inside in no time.

Yes, I just left my house at this time of the night because of one stupid message from my ex... yes, I realise I look desperate doing it, but I'm just tired, okay?

I'm tired of being the one who always cares more, and I'm tired of being the weaker one, and I'm tired of being the one who holds more love in his heart.

I just needed to tell her that.

I knew that if I told her everything I've been thinking ever since the second we broke up, it's going to make it easier for me to move on, because believe me, keeping all of this inside has driven me insane, and I need to stop this.

I need to get back up.

I need to feel like I'm me again.

And if she has some nerves to apologise, then that means she's ready to listen to me till the very end, which is exactly what I need.

I want to make myself clear for once, and I need to stop hiding my words behind heartbreaks, and I just need to see her for so many reasons pushing me to drive my way to the bar as fast as I could.

I made it through the huge crowds that were blocking my view from the main stage of the club that I've been trying so hard not to attend ever since I found out she works here.

The club that made a mess out of my life after I've been trying to get myself together for so long now.

And I just paused.

I paused because I suddenly lost my words.

I paused because it was like everything I wanted to say didn't need to be said anymore.