at·ten·tion
əˈten(t)SH(ə)n/Submit
noun
1.
notice taken of someone or something; the regarding of someone or something as interesting or important
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Grayson's P.O.V
"Don't you think I care about other things other than you?" He says rudely. "Yes obviously, I'm not stupid but don't you think you should acknowledge my existence?" I say as rudely. His simply rolls his eyes and looks away from my eyes.
It's been like this for the past few weeks. Ethan has been completely ignoring me and being overly distant and I'm honeslty sick of it. He doesn't even say bye to me when he leaves to God knows where. He comes home late at night with alcohol on his breath, bloodshot eyes, and messy ass hair.
The thought of him cheating has crossed my mind dozens and dozens of time but I don't want to let myself jump to conclusions. I used to trust Ethan back when our relationship was strong. I don't even remember the last time he said 'I love you'. Probably because that love died.
I need the attention. I hate being treated like I don't exist.
You just want attention, you don't want my heart.
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
He doesn't look at me the same way anymore. His touch isn't soothing like it used to be. It's just all different and I need the attention.
I know that dress is karma, perfume regret
You got me thinking back when you were mine
And now I'm all up on ya
What you expect?
That you're not coming home with me tonight
"Ethan please talk to me." He just shrugs and gets up. "Ethan what the fuck did I do to you? Absolutely nothing so there's no reason for you to be treating me like shit." I say sternly now getting mad. He rolls his eyes again and avoids eyes contact once more.
"I'm fucking done." I yell now pissed off. Ethan furrows his eyebrows mostly in confusion. "What you mean?" He says quite calmly. "I'M NOT FUCKING STUPID ETHAN. I KNOW YOU GO AROUND TO CLUBS AND BARS AND FUCK EVERY GUY IN SIGHT WHEN I'M HERE WORRYING ABOUT YOU AND HOPING YOU'RE OK. DO YOU THINK THAT'S OK?" I loudly scream straight in his face.
His eyes widen in shock at my words. "I-I'm sorry." He whispers looking down. "The fuck you sorry for? Sorry for doing or it or sorry for getting caught?" I say raising my eyebrows. "U-um I-I-" He starts but I cut him off instantly.
"Oh so now I exist. Now that you've been exposed, you apologize. Funny." I laugh sarcastically and look at Ethan who's still looking down. "I can explain." He whispers. I cringe at his pure lies. "You think explaining fucking guys behind my back thinking I don't know will change anything." I say turning around walking away to our room.
Well it was our room until all this bullshit happened.
"Grayson please." His says walking in behind me. "No dude sorry I'm leaving." I say not looking at him and walking to my closet to find a suitcase. I find a simple black suitcase and stay in the closet to pack all of clothed and belongings.
Ethan storms into the closet making the hangers rattle and make loud noises. "Grayson please. I love you." He says loudly. "Bullshit. If you loved me, you'd be loyal. Sorry I'm not one of those guys that can give a you everything you desire, I don't spread my legs out for any guy Ethan." I say still not daring to look at him.
"I didn't say you did." His says quite harshly. I finally get all my shit packed and stand up walking straight past Ethan. His turns around and follows me thinking he'll stop me from leaving.
I reach the front door and swing it open making sure I have everything. "See ya." I say taking two fingers and spreading them out to create a peace sign. "Grayson what the hell." He shouts. "Yep I'm dead ass serious Ethan bye."
I just needed attention and love but that's something Ethan could never give.
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Sorry for all this sad shit
