The Boy | Corbyn Besson WDW story

Chapter 20

Isabelle .

touch. it's a magical thing.
one of the great five senses we have as humans. the ability to feel something, you don't even have to physically touch it.

before i knew it, he was down on one knee. the words so elegantly escaping his mouth "will you marry me?" i only knew in that moment, we would be forever. or "someday" .
*end of flashback*

i ever so casually walked up to him sitting on the couch, scrolling through instagram. and i spoke the words i knew would kill me.

"corbyn we need to talk... i think we need to breakup"

i could see the hurt in his eyes. the pain that built up over the couple of months we lived in that small apartment. we thought we could work. we thought that the fighting would end.
but it didn't.

whether it was over the dishwasher not working or the trash not being taken out. there was constant bickering.

"i-i don't understand baby, i thought we were making it work" you could hear the hurt in his voice, he tried to stay calm and collected.
"no, it's obvious now more then ever we were never gonna work" i spoke.

"goodbye"

i had everything packed, ready to go. who knew that over the span of two years, i could fall so deeply in love with someone. that i barely even knew. i was constantly crying myself to sleep waiting for the door to our bedroom to open. i'm hope that Corbyn would be by my side. but he ignored it.

he selfishly ignored the pain and the hurt and the sorrow. all of the sadness coming from the girl he "loved". it was obvious to be i was being oblivious.

he never really loved me, he loved the ideas of me. the idea of loving a girl who went through something so similar to him. he loved the idea of a girl who's been so broken and tired and exhausted. that she would give anything to love him. and i did, i loved him.

i exited the bedroom ready to leave out of the door to our apartment when i felt it. the hand grasp my wrist pulling me to face him. he got me, he got me with the one thing i would miss. his touch. i felt as if i would melt if he let go.

"stay, please just stay with me"

hearing those words, feeling him. it was enlightening. it was hard to leave after that. but why? why be so fooled into staying in something so full of heartbreak. i had to go.

"i'll always love you"

his grip loosened allowing me to slowly pull my arm away. i made my way swiftly down the stairs, into the uber i had called shortly before exiting, the look on his face replaying in my mind over and over.

what have i done?

i broke it.

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i'm crying, i'm not lying .
this chapter hurt so much to write but my first instinct was to give some drama. something to pull you guys in...
ANYWAY.
hope you liked it, mighttttt be updating again today :)
-author
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