"What the fuck do you mean 'it was an accident'? You fucking cheated Ian! You knew what you were doing, you were kissing another girl, when you had a girlfriend! I thought you loved me. I thought this relationship would be different from my last. I guess I was fucking wrong. I hate you! Get out. Get the fuck out of my house, and don't ever speak to me again!" You we're in tears, you really did think Ian loved you, you really thought this relationship was going to be different.
Ian was in tears also, he thought about saying something, but he knew you was beyond pissed, and you didn't want to hear anything that he had to say. You we're both heartbroken. And Ian knew he fucked up big time.
He stood up, and walked to the door, as he turned the knob and opened the door, he looked back at you, tears running down his face faster. You said nothing, and soon he left.
You stood there silently crying. You didn't know what to do at this moment, most people would break something, most people would leave, go somewhere far, but you weren't most people, so you stood there, your tears soaking into your T-shirt.
What Ian did was wrong. You don't say you love someone, and then go behind their back and fuck other women.
You decided you should be like most people, and go somewhere far. But not to far. Just 30 minutes away from your house.
You grabbed your car keys and went to your car, you started it up, and started to drive. You didn't know exactly were to go, so you just drove down the city streets.
Every face looking like Ian's, you knew crying wasn't going to help anything so you tried to stay calm.
You had been driving for about 24 minutes, and it was dark by now.
You was passing a field full of dandelions. You parked your car on the side of the road, got your camera and got out.It was beautiful. Fuzzy dandelions, and some Yellow one's, were everywhere, and every time you walked the fuzz of the dandelions flew freely into the air.
It was talking your mind off of everything, making you feel calm. As you walked farther and farther into the field you seen a lake. You walked down farther and sat down at the shore placing your camera behind you.
Memories flooded your mind. The time you and Ian went to the Lake. You began to sob again.
"Y/n?"
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Ian (Charles) Dickinson Imagines
Fiksi PenggemarJust some random ole imagines about your favorite boi. This book cover wasn't done by me, it was done by @storedbyme her Instagram is also _.daily._.riverdale._.memes._ :)) Copyrights ©aqua_child 2018