Logan Paul Imagines

shattered

Song: Too Good At Goodbyes, Sam Smith

(SUICIDE WARNING)

My heart was pounding the second Logan started talking to me, staring at the floor, his voice empty.

"We need to break up, Y/N," he said, glancing up at my face, which was flushed.

Words wouldn't come out of my mouth, a crowd started to form around us as Logan placed a hand on my arm, causing my lips to quiver.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Logan said. "I just don't see us going anywhere."

I slowly nodded as a tear rolled down my cheek. I backed away from Logan, my mind spinning.

"Stay away from me, Logan Paul," I spat, wiping my tears. "Do not think you can ever talk to me again, because I will not give in. Don't think that I'll come back to you like last time, Logan, because this has happened before and I'm done."

"Y/N..."

"Screw you." I turned around and sprinted away from Logan, sobs threatening to burst from my throat.

I collapsed against a tree outside of the school, burying my face in my hands, my heart shattered.

Logan was everything to me, we had been dating for nearly two years, and he didn't have a valid reason for breaking up with me.

I took a deep breath as I stood up, walking over towards my car. I drive myself home, my knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel, the tears stopping. All emotion was drained out of me, and I knew what I had to do. I was done, I was so done.

I filled up my bathroom and changed into my favorite dress, curling my hair and putting in pretty hoop earrings.

I got into the tub, twisting the razor blade in my hand, making the last decision if this is what I wanted.

I took a shuddering breath as I brought it towards my wrist, when suddenly, the door burst open.

"Y/N?"

"Logan?"

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