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Imagine:
Y/n looks at me and smiles, but I know it's not real. Her eyes don't light up the same way anymore. Can I hold it in for much longer? Will she tell me herself where she's been and who the new guy is? She comes close towards me and strokes the side of my face, almost as if she knows my mind is filled with doubts about us, about her.
"I have to go," Y/n whispers to me.
She leaves without a hug or a kiss. She's hiding everything from me, but I know what she did. I'm hanging on to all the excuses she tells me when she gets back home late every night, or why she won't go out in public with me anymore. All the excuses link back to what she did last summer.
