I threw my keys on the hook and turned the shower n before turning on some music and getting undressed. Work was stressful and I needed to take a nice warm shower. So i did.
Once I finished I put on one of my boyfriend's, Corbyn's, hoodie and some sweatpants. He had just finished an extremely busy tour so I knew he was probably relaxing. He had skipped facetimes for about two weeks towards the end of tour but texted me about every two days.
Now the problem is that it has been a week with no contact. I called him and texted him but he ignored me. Thinking about this, I took his hoodie off and put on my own.
It hurt. It hurt a lot to know that you care about someone so much and you missed this person but they don't seem to care at all. I shook away the bad thoughts and fell into a deep sleep.
Aweel turned into two and two turned into month and that's where I was. I stopped trying after the first two weeks. I figured if he didn't want to talk to me, why bother trying? Did he hurt me? A lot.
My once dreamy relationship that everyone wanted was gone. The one person who I thought I would spend my life with left me. But I had to suck it up and be an adult.
It wasn't until another week that it hit me. Corbyn ignored me and didn't even try to come over after four years of being together. I swallowed the lump in my throat and grabbed a trash bag. I put all of his belongings ,as well as the things he gave me, in it and got in my car to go and give it to him.
I knocked on the door with shaky hands. Jonah answered with a shocked face. He engulfed me in. He pulled away and gave me a sad smile before opened the door wider and pointing upstairs.
I sighed before knocking on Corbyn's door.
"Come in!" He yelled.
I opened the door and I don't know what came over me but I was angry. I put the trash bag next to him.
"What the hell Corbyn! If you didn't want to be with me you couldn't just say it? You just stopped all contact with me?!" I yelled.
"Look I-" He started.
"No! You do not get to justify your actions! You do not understand what the past month has been like for me!" I interrupt.
The tears sting my eyes and I let them roll.
"So why Corbyn? Why?" I cry.
"I don't know. I still love you and I still want you but I don't know. I sat there thinking why not call? Why not go surprise her? Why not do something? But I didn't and I'm sorry Y/n."
"I just- I can't keep doing whatever this is Corbyn. I love you so fucking much but this is toxic and I'm sorry but I think I need to leave," I tell him with a cracking voice and a tear stained face.
"Four Years Y/n. I can't just waste four years of happy times with you because of this rough time," Corbyn starts.
He stands up from the bed and walks towards me. He grabs my hands and I can see the tears rolling down his face as well.
"Please Y/n, please! I will not do this ever again. I will be the Corbyn you were happy with but please, do not leave me for good," He pleads.
"You already left me Corbyn."
