Why Don't We Imagines And Preferences

Stood Up Part 2

Requested by:halo_music
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*A week later*

It's been a week since I asked Corbyn to leave my house and I miss him. I miss his voice, his eyes, cuddles, his kisses, everything about him. But I know that he hurt me and I can't just forgive him because I miss him. He needs to learn to be there for me and until he proves that, I can't fully forgive what he's done.

I heard a knock at my door so I got up to answer it. I opened the door and there stood Corbyn, his hair a mess and flowers in his hand. "Hey Y/N," he said, his voice raspy from crying so much. "What are you doing here, Corbyn?" I asked, crossing my arms. "I came to apologize for what I've done. I'm deeply sorry and I promise not to do it again if you give me a second chance," he explained, a hopeful look on his face. I sighed and kissed his cheek, leaving a stain of strawberry lip gloss on it. "I guessnI could give you one more chance. But this is your last one..." I told him, giving him a weak smile. He handed me the flowers and we both walked into my house to put them in a vase of water.
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I EXIST I SWEAR!

Just been busy with getting ready for round two of ISTEP.

Anyone else take that? Or is it just me?

Anyway, today is Friday and writing day! So expect something else today other than this.

This was short, sweet, and honestly basic as heck.

Hope you enjoyed! Bye!