SUPER SHORT CHAPTER
I'm also experimenting some new style of writing so this might turn out bad. WARNING : super super super super light Smut, nothing much.
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She keeps reminding me that Y/n's still gone. The memories of us are still haunting me, from days to days. They're creeping behind my back. Flashes of images of us will constantly pop up in my mind.
I imagine the girl in front of me as Y/n as the girl strips down her dress, she looks nothing like Y/n but yet I can only see her in my mind.
I look at the girl laying underneath me, all I can see are the images of Y/n and I when we were together, and happy. The girl grips onto my arms as she moans, her mouth falls open from the pleasure. I stare at her, once again I see Y/n.
I can see Y/n screaming and moaning out my name as I thrust into the girl. I miss Y/n truly, this is the only way I can forget about her, that is what I thought anyway. It's not helping though, I can see Y/n every time I look at the girl.
"Y/n.." I moan into the girl's neck from the pleasure, though she's not as good as Y/n.
"Y/n?" The girl heavily pants.
"What's your name again?" I ask, thrusting into her once again.
"I forgot," she smirks, but something about her smirks make me cringe.
I have to get my mind of Y/n. But I can't, nothing is working. Harrison told me to find new things to do to stop me thinking about her. Yes, filming gets me to stop thinking about her but constantly I would call Daisy Y/n when we are filming. It's starting to piss the director off but I don't care.
After the girl left, I sit on my bed resting my elbows on my knee with my head in my hands. I just hooked up with another girl, I'm trying too hard to forget about her I lost count of the girls I had sex with.
I rest my head on the heel of my palm as tears fall down my eyes. I pick up my phone, scrolling though the pictures of Y/n and I.
We were so happy. I don't know what happened honestly. She said the distance was too much, when we call we would always argue about pointless things, maybe not that pointless but it was unnecessary. She said she understands that I'm busy filming but I'm not giving her any affection and that I rarely even text her, which is true. Sometimes I would ask her if she's cheating on after I saw the article about her hanging out with some of her friends. We lost our trusts.
I sob as I look at our pictures, pictures of us smiling and laughing. I wipe the tears off my face and cough a few times when I choke on my own tears. Hiccups rise from my throats as I lean my back down on the bed and continue to cry to myself, covering my eyes with my arms.
I would do anything to get her back, but right now it seems like there's no hope for me, no hope at all.
