zane x reader Phoenix drop high (re-written 2024)

One Last Time -re-edited-

-(Y/n)'s P.O.V.-

I hadn't left my bed since Zane left yesterday aside from throwing my clothes in the laundry, but I knew he was coming over soon and I didn't want him to see me like this. I hopped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over me. The water mixing with my tears. I tried not to dwell, fighting the urge to sit and cry until the water ran cold. I hurried out and got dressed. I didn't bother with my makeup, knowing that sitting there would just make me think of the first time Zane walked me to school.

I crawled back into bed, not caring that my hair was drenched and soaking into my pillow. After a while I heard a soft knock at the door.

"(Y/n)? Can I come in?" I could hear Zane's voice from the other side.

"Yeah!" I sat up in my bed and straitened out my hair, Zane stepped in, a small bag held at his side. "Hey." My voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey." Zane shut the door behind him, sitting on my vanity bench across from me. He set the bag onto my vanity before turning back to me. "How are you?" He asked awkwardly, I kind of just stared at him. "I'm sorry that was a stupid question." He rested his forehead in his palm before looking back up at me.

"A little, but I'm doing about as good as one could expect after breaking up with her first boyfriend. Or rather her first boyfriend moving to a fancy school and breaking up with his girlfriend." I could hear the rudeness in my voice, I didn't intend on sounding so mean; but I didn't apologize.

"Hey, I told you. I begged not to go." Zane defended but then sighed, "You have a right to be mad, but please don't hate me." Zane whispered the last part of his sentence.

"I don't hate you. I'm sorry. I just don't know how to handle this." I explained. "I have to go get your jacket from the laundry, I'll be right back." I stood and walked out of the room, down the steps and fished his jacket out of the dryer. When I returned to my room I saw no sign of Zane. Just the small bag he had brought with him, now on my bed with a note.

"Dear (Y/n),
I'm sorry that I'm not strong enough to say this to your face. I can't stand to see you cry, especially when it's my fault. I hope you know how much you mean to me. Please accept this gift to remember me by, and please keep the jacket, I do love how it looks on you. I love you.

-Your's for always, Love,
Zane"

The paper is stained with my tears as I read the words written in his neat hand writing, hugging the paper to my chest. I put the note down beside the bag and reached in, pulling out a small stuffed black puppy and some vanilla wax melts with a wax warmer.

I put on Zane's jacket and held the stuffed puppy close to my chest as I laid back down and cried myself to sleep.

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(2019)wow. this is awful. i'm sorry you guys.

(2024)
Yeah this was awful. But again that's the point of editing it. Anyway onto book two I guess.
Thanks for reading y'all