The Boy | Corbyn Besson WDW story

chapter 21

Corbyn.

it's been two weeks. two weeks full of beer and football games and unclean clothes, not showering. it's been two weeks since i've lost the love of my life. she walked out, without telling me where she was going.

i heard a knock at the door as i ran to it hoping it was y/n. so i ran to open it, there i saw something unfamiliar, i red velvet box.

once i saw what was inside, i ran down the stairs in hopes to get her before she left.
but i was too late, i could see the tail of her silky black car leave the parking lot.

i went back upstairs, not willingly. everything in that apartment reminded me of the one thing i cherished the most. but was the most selfish to.

you never know how much you love something until you can't have it. the heartache and the pain that came with us, made me love her even more. the raven black hair, the dark eyes as shiny as the stars in the sky. her contagious smile. that smile would light up a whole room.

just then Corbyn heard a light knock on the door. not getting his hopes up he carefully got off the worn down leather couch and made his way towards the door. Slightly opening in just enough to see who was outside he saw

"Clara, what are you doing here?" i was astonished. confused actually, last time a saw Clara was a year ago. after the left the hospital. y/n and Clara bonded instantly. it was refreshing to see a familiar face after all this time.

"corbyn i'm here to talk to you, what the hell happened between you two. i woke up monday morning two weeks ago to isabelle knocking like crazy at my front door. so explain yourself, right now."

"clara listen, we knew from the start that when we moved here things would be different, okay? i didn't think it would make us different people though. i didn't think isabelle would break up with me." i had tears in my eyes at this point

"wait wait wait, she broke up w-with you. no, you must've been drunk of some shit cause Isabelle, would not, could not, under any circumstances break up with you."

but it's true, she did.

"well she did Clara, i don't know how to get her back. dammit that's all i've been thinking about"

"maybe start by talking to her you idiot, she's literally right outside the door"

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Clara.
"isabelle, maybe you should talk to him, i mean he's literally right outside the door"

"wait what"

i saw isabelle sprint to the front door, in that moment it was obvious. she still loved him,'no matter the pain or suffering. she knew he was right for her.

"he's not there Clary"

"but you wanted him to be"

the nod from the words that came out of my mouth were enough to make me go over there, her old apartment. the one corbyn is currently living in.

that's when ...