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Corbyn- Because of you

⚠️trigger warning⚠️

Stuck, I felt as if my eyes were stuck open as my focus was on the shiny blade that sat in front of me.

I couldn't look away, I tried, I tried so fucking hard but I just... couldn't.

Here I am again waiting on him to come home while I sit here worried sick. I've come used to it now.

I get knocked out my thoughts when I hear the door slowly open to reveal my boyfriend of 4 years, 2 hours late again.

I quickly scramble to hide the blade.

"Y/N!?" Corbyn questions as he doesn't see me in bed asleep like normal.

I slowly walk out the bathroom to be greeted by a messy haired Corbyn. My heard cracks.

He walked up to me trying to kiss my lips only for me to turn my face causing him to kiss my cheek.

"You ok babe?" He asked looking confused

I sighed knowing his next sentence, his next excuse.

"Listen, babe im sorry I'm la-"

"Yeah, whatever" I mumbled under my breath, inturupting Corbyn.

"What was that?" Corby asked, I could tell he was getting annoyed, I just snapped.

"I said whatever!" I shouted raising my voice.

"I don't want to hear it" I continued

"What's that supposed to mean!" He shouted getting closer only for me to back up.

"I know what you're going to say next, Corbyn. You're gonna give me the lame excuse of, 'i was at the boys', 'studio called in later then expected' 'something popped up', I know them I don't need to hear them again" I said sitting on the end of the bed keeping my head low.

Corbyn stayed quit probably knowing I was right.

"Why are even still with me?" I asked knowing he didn't love me anymore. He has been seeing this girl named Christina. I saw the messages and everything.

I've seen them out at the mall when he thought I was at work. I caught then kissing but never said anything about it.

"What?" Corbyn asked confusion lased through his voice.

A chuckle escaped my mouth as I looked up at the boy who once loved me and who I still love.

"She is prettier, skinnier, she makes you happier so why do you stay with me?" I calmly replied keeping eye contact.

His face softened as he realised what I'm on about.

"Y/N, how did you?" Guilt flashed through his eyes.

"Excuses, coming home late, messages, messy hair, ruffed up cloths. You almost make it too easy for me" I say chuckling to myself.

I have to leave, he doesn't love me. That's the reason why I cut because I felt as though I wasn't good enough, I felt used.

I got up and grabbed my suitcase starting to pack my things.

"Y/N please stop" he said grabbing my wrist, me wincing back in pain from the fresh cuts that lay there.

Corbyn looked me in the eyes and worry filled his face. He grabbed my hand lifting my sleeve in the process. He looked up at me with teary eyes. Oh now he cares.

"Why would you do this to yourself?" He asked I stared at him in disbelief,I couldn't be around him anymore.

"Because of you" I coldly stated as I stood up, walking out the door.

"I'll collect my things tomorrow" I said between sobs that I was no longer able to keep in.