Imagines and Preferences | Kris Kostov

♡ Fake love pt. 2 ♡

Warning: sad
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It's been two months since that day.

And honestly I was doing great. Not.

I'm still upset.

He broke my heart and told me he loved me but they were all lies.

Everything he did was fake.

His feelings were.

Everything he said was fake.

I actually never left my room, just sometimes to eat something but most days, my mom brought me some into my room.

I was a mess and no one can fix me but him.

But he doesn't care. He never did. He never will.

He hates me.

He truly does.

And I love him.

Although he broke me.

I always loved him.

I thought he'd love me back.

He never did.

He never will.

I'm a mess without him.

He probably enjoys his life and hooks up with some whore.

And he'd forget me.

Forget that he broke me.

And that he is the only one who can fix me.

But he won't fix me.

He hates me.

He always had.

He always will.

And I will be heartbroken.

For a long time.

I was sitting on my bed, watching some Netflix.

Someone knocked at the door.

I got up to open it since my parents weren't here.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry" he blurted out.

The boy I love.

The boy I always loved.

The boy I will always love.

The boy who broke me.

The boy who did all of this shit to me was standing in front of me, looking into my eyes.

"W-what d-do yo-ou w-want?" I stuttered.

"Apologize. I'm sorry for all of this. I'm sorry I put you through so much pain. Y/n please forgive me."

His brown orbs begged for my forgiveness.

"No you aren't." I yelled.

"I am" he whispered and looked straight into my eyes.

"No you are fake." Tears rushed down my cheeks.

He walked a step closer to me and pulled me into his arms.

"Kris, no, let me go" I tried to get out of his hug.

"Y/n..."

"No just let me alone. I hate you. You broke me, you're the reason why I am like this." I yelled at him and everything went black.

Third person.

Y/n broke down. So does Kris.

He fell on his knees and tears fell out of his eyes.

He called an ambulance and soon they arrived and took y/n to the hospital.

He waited in the waiting room.

Y/bf/n ran inside and pushed Kris out of the chair onto the floor.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER" she yelled at him while crying.

"I DID NOTHING" the boy yelled back.

"OH OBVIOUSLY YOU DID SOMETHING" she yelled.

"I JUST HUGGED HER BECAUSE SHE WAS CRYING" he yelled.

"How dare you to hug her" she whispered to herself.

"You wanna know why she cried? Because of you. BECAUSE YOU BROKE HER. YOU BROKE HER DAMN HEART." she yelled and the boy started crying.

Tears rushed down his cheeks.

"Stop fighting, we have news" a nurse walked into the waiting room to them.

"Is she okay? What's wrong with her?" Kristian asked her.

"You don't even care" y/bf/n whispered.

"She didn't make it. We tried everything but her heart stopped. I'm sorry" she said.

Kristian fell on his knees and started crying harder.

He lost her.

So does y/bf/n.

One of the doctors came in.

"I'm sorry. We tried everything." He apologized.

A few days after this was the funeral.

Her funeral.

Her friends came.

Her family.

Her grave stone said:

"Y/n y/l/n.
Born (birth date) died August 28, 2018
Reason: untreated depression and unnoticed heart problems."

Kristian cried. More than anything else.

And why?

Because she died.

And why?

Because of a broken heart.

Who caused her this?

He.

And could he live with that?

No.

He took his own life on the day of the one-year anniversary of her death.

Of y/n death.

And he loved her.
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I cried while writing this.
Sorry If you had to cry too.
-L
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