*Park Jimin Imagine* ⚠️Talk of suicidal thoughts and depression⚠️
His promise of forever, was simply a lie.
His dusty blonde hair and bright blue eyes were just a cover for the evil which lied underneath.
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No matter what trouble he started, his charming smile got him out.
Who am I referring to you ask? The boy who has officially taken my heart, and thrown it into a blender of emotions and feelings I never wanted to know about, let alone experience.
His name was David Turner. The boy who has led me on for two years of my life, while I was blinded by the love he presented through his ill conscious. The one who promised me the world after high school was over. The dare I say, "man" who has proved all of those things to be false.
Why am I ranting to you about this? Because it was Monday. Two days after he has broken our relationship in two. Saturday morning was bright and sunny, that was until I revived a text messages from my then, lovely boyfriend David.
It simply read: Y/n we are done, I never truly loved you, it was all a front so you would feel "special" to be around the cool kids. Nice knowing ya!
It broke me. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't even focus on anything other than those damn words written on that grey box in black text which sealed my fate of being alone again.
He was my everything. Or so I thought. He was all I ever knew. He was my first everything.
First date First kiss First time First love...
And now he is gone...
What do I have to look forward to now?
The most concerning question on my mind, what is there left to live for now that he is gone?
Sunday drug on before it was Monday.
I walked into that school hall already hanging my head low.
It couldn't get any worse than a break up right?
Wrong...
My eyes instantly fell on a sight I was not ready to see. My newly ex boyfriend, was now making out with a girl I considered my best friend.
What was there for me to do? I can't make a scene because he's no longer mine to begin with.
I'm sure you can guess what my move was...
To cry and walk to class... alone.
This went on for that week. Other classmates questioning me left and right as if I had done something wrong to end our relationship.
Rumors were spread about me through the whole school.
