Sad Dolan Twins Imagines

Not in love (E.D)

I slam the door behind me as tears blurred my vision. I threw my bag off my shoulder and it had landed somewhere in the room, but I could care less. I was grunting and it felt like steam was coming out of my ears.

After a moment of silence, indicating no one was home, I took the advantage and screamed as loud as I could. I needed to get it out. I was so angry. So frustrated. That I could punch a wall.

But, I didn't. My throat started aching from how loud I screamed and caused me to get a little light headed. I slid down the door and brought my legs up to my torso, hugging them. My muffled sobs filled the silent room and all I did was sit on the cold tile floor, feeling lifeless.

My heart ached of pain and my sobs were the only thing to be heard. I felt broken. I didn't want to replay the awful memory in my mind. But, it still replayed on and on and on. It was like on repeat. And I couldn't stop it.

I cried for what felt like hours, but really 5 minutes. I was in a horrible state and quietly prayed that what I saw, was fake. That it was just a prank and that he would just rush over and comfort me like he always did. But, it wasn't a prank. Because if it wasn't a prank, then he would've chased me out the door. He knows that all of it was a mistake, but doesn't want to admit it.

knock knock

My head slowly rose up, as confusion filled my head. Was it him? Was he here to confirm all of it? Or just repeatedly apologize as if it was that easy.

I slowly stood up on my feet, not wanting to get up from the position I was just in. It was slightly comfortable and my body was shaking a little bit due to my body being to weak. I turned around and was hoping that he was right behind the door. But he wasn't.

I turned the knob and when I opened it, it revealed y/bff/n. I felt kinda heart broken that it wasn't him to come here and fix the person he broke, but relieved it was my best friend.

She looked up and down my broken state as the corners of her mouth were slowly pulling down. When she looked me in my lost, red, puffy eyes, she quickly pulled me into a hug, and rubbed my back up and down. I guess she found out what happened.

I quietly sobbed into her shoulder as she tried to calm my down by whispering soft, soothing words to me.

"I thought he loved me," I said. "Everything was a joke to him." I add. I thought he truly loved me. I thought he actually cared. I thought that he was the one. I lost everything to him. My virginity, my first kiss, my first love.

"You shouldn't cry over him, he doesn't deserve your tears." She pulled away from the hug and wiped my tears with the pad of her thumb. More tears escaped anyway, making it impossible to wipe them away.

I hung my head low, not wanting to make eye contact with her. The sleeves and collar of my shirt were wet from sobbing to much and my hair was hanging in front of me, only allowing a small space between both sides of my hair.

"He wants to talk to you. He called me asking for you. He's worried." She says, taking my hand in hers, trying to calm me down a bit. My head slowly lifts up, letting my hair move to the sides, to look at her.

My eyes trailed to her eyes, and could tell she wanted me to talk to him. So she wouldn't have to see me like this. But, I couldn't even bring myself to say his name. Because everything about him now, causes my chest to hurt and lose my breath.

"I can't." I say in a whisper voice, but I know she can hear me. She brings me in for a hug, but I just let my arms stay at my sides.

"I'll give you time. But you know you have to deal with him soon." She says. I close my eyes in defeat, knowing that she was right.