"Hey, mijn geliefde" Corbyn spoke, "How've you been?"
I couldn't answer
So I did what every girl does in the movies
I leaned in and quickly grabbed my stuff before leaving
I walked as fast as my legs would let me go without full on sprinting down the hall
But what really sucks is when you're sad or paranoid you forget that there are other routes to get to the exact same hall I was in
I looked back and didn't see anyone
At least he isn't following me
I thought right before he came out from a smaller hallway beside of me and pushed me against the locker
"Why are you running away?" He asked
"For the same reason you left me. I don't care about you anymore" I spat even though it wasn't true
He backed up with a hurt look in his eyes
"...thats...that's not why I left you..." he looked down
"Mhmm sure. You hurt me Corbyn. I can't trust you anymore. What if I open up to you again and you leave me just like before?" I made direct eye contact with him
"Y/n, I do care about you. I cared about you then and I care about you now. I never meant to hurt you...I thought of you every day..."
"Then why are you trying so hard to come back into my life now? Why not sooner?" I could feel the tears threatening to spill
"Because I was afraid" I looked at me
"Afraid of what?" I laughed sarcastically, "What is the mighty Corbyn Besson so afraid of that he left his best friend to fend for herself without so much as a goodbye?!"
"I was afraid you'd reject me!" Corbyn yelled a little
"Corbyn...if you told me what was happening then I'd never reject you...but you left me...so much happened to me after you left...I cry myself to sleep most nights-"
"Thinking of you." Corbyn finished for me
"What..." I asked confused. How'd he know?
"I also cried myself to sleep almost every. Single. Night. Thinking about you. Thinking if I should text you. Thinking about how lonely you might be. Thinking about who might've broken your heart that day-"
"You're the only one that has truly broken my heart...I can't be fixed anymore...I'm broken for good..." I felt the warm liquid slide down my cheek and it was in that moment...my emotional walls had finally been conquered and shattered like a piece of glass
"Y/n...I-I should've have made you wait this long...I should've told you how I really felt as soon as I knew-"
"Don't give me that crap Corbyn. You've broken me once. I will not let you do it again." And with that I walked off
I ran to my car and just sat there and cried.
Why is he back?
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