Henry Cavill Imagines (y/n)

7: You Hurt Me

Sitting in the living room of your less full apartment, you stared at the photograph of you and Henry on the coffee table next to the sofa. His bulging arms holding you up like a trophy after a tournament, with a huge smile on his face. The two of you were so happy when you took that picture, and you wondered what happened. Why did it all change from going so good to him leaving you and not giving you any type of explanation except for him not being able to be in a relationship with you anymore? That was a month ago, but the pain you felt was still fresh. Instead of sitting there moping about the whole situation, however, you decided it was time for you to move on with your life. There was no reason for you to keep putting yourself down about something that you had no control over. And exactly how were you gonna shake this feeling? Well, you would go out for a couple of drinks with your best friend and get out of your apartment which you hardly had been keeping up anymore. Your 10-minute long shower was hot and relaxing, and your hands were beginning to prune which is what caused you to step out. You got dressed in a justice league t-shirt and sweats until you knew for sure your friend would want to go. And if not then you still had planned on doing so...After getting confirmation that y/bf/n wanted to go, you began to get yourself together, which you greatly needed to do. You had told yourself so many times before that you would never cry over a guy again. Never let him pull you away from yourself so much that you forget you're even there. But with Henry it was different. You really loved him, and you thought he really loved you. You slipped on your navy blue waist hugging dress and pulled the thin straps over your shoulders. You didn't know if it was just you or the dress but it seemed to fit looser than before. It didn't hug your body the way it used to when you were with Henry. You were so full and complete inside, but now, you are just empty. Nothing but sadness and anger filled you, and you realized how much Henry leaving really took from you. Your smile, your laugh, your bright, warm, honey brown eyes. And now all that you see when you look in the mirror is a frown, a dry and broken voice from all of the crying, and dull dark eyes that sunk low behind your eyelids. "What am I doing?" You asked yourself, trying to piece together your feelings with your actions. And in that very moment, you had lost all hope of finally getting over Henry. You had stared too long in the mirror that only reflected your pain back onto you, and you were shot back down into your depressed state. Canceling your night out with y/bf/n made you feel bad. But knowing that nothing could change the fact that Henry was out of your life, and that you would never be able to stare into those ocean blue eyes until the sun came up again, hurt you worst.

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