You and your boyfriend (of 3 months to be exact) were planning on a little date to celebrate the extravagant marker of being together for so long. Yes, you celebrated monthly
1. because it was weird to not celebrate and
2. because it's hard for you to stay in relationships. Either you always end up with a terrible person or you're just as lame as you think you are. Regardless of your past, things were looking up as the months went by.
The way you two met wasn't exactly "romantic" however.
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You were working the most pathetic job in the whole universe.
It had been hard, really hard, to get over your latest breakup. You knew deep down it would happen but you pushed and hide it away. He was everything and more, you thought, 6 months in and it started to fall apart.
He would come home late-waaay later than his end of the shift- like 4 hours later longer
You couldn't believe it, you didn't want to, why would he cheat on you?
He says he loves you every morning, every hour, anytime he can be on his phone
Well, what if he just stayed late to earn extra?
No, he would've told you
Well, what if he has a second job to get you a present for valentines?
No, he would've told you that too
He wasn't the best liar after all
You didn't about it after he got home that night, his smile was so warm and welcoming. He would never do anything to hurt you
Oh, how wrong you were
Turns out he had being doing worse than cheating on you with some girl who probably didn't even speak your language
He was-ugh- participating in intercourse with-ugh-multiple women and men and other things?¿ he refused to go into detail, thank god
You were shocked, kinda grossed out, actually no, EXTREMELY grossed out when you had found out
You went on a date and one of the many lovely attendees had recognized him
He said he didn't want to tell you because he thought it would scare you away (duh) but apparently he had a very high sexual drive and needed it to be-ew-dealt with every damn day
You ended it right then and there
It was kinda cheating right ??
Whatever
I guess his gross remarks really were hiding something way more gross
So, you had to move out
Into a little shithole apartment
And the best part
Work in a bar
Surrounded by disgusting men
It was terrible until you met him
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It was cliche and no way romantic
He was falling over, drunk as hell, on the verge of vomiting and was about to start a whole big fight with his big ego
And then your boss told you
Take him out i'm not replacing more tables
You didn't really want to know that story, like, at all
So you walked over, put his arm on your shoulder, and practically raced to the back of the bar
Stupid Emetophobia
In the end he didn't throw up, he actually started a conversation with you. He talked about his family and his journeys in the Apex Games
You knew you had recognized him somewhere!
He's famous in your area, you're so dumb for not realizing
After drunk blurting you told him you had to get back to your job
He gave you his phone number and left
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Ah how you loved thinking about the past and him but you're trying to cook his favorite food for dinner and you really didn't need to burn it...again
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His name is Elliot, Elliot Witt, your little dork
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Of course you were scared of being hurt again but he was absolutely nothing like your ex
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Well...to tell the truth you don't know that much about him
He loves to talk about himself, yes
But we all have things we keep in
Just like what your ex did..and the one before him..and the many more before them...
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You were sobbing on the floor
You didn't know what time it was or how long you'd been there until you heard his voice
'Hey babe!
Babe?
Babe!?'
He ran over to you
You could barely make out his concerned expression
You latched yourself onto him, sobbing more and harder
He knew you didn't really like to talk about your feelings so he let you sit there and cry it all out holding onto him
Finally you had stopped, nothing wanted to come out
'Elliot...i...i'm so sorry I ruined our dinner'
You looked over at the oven, it went the whole time instead of half the time
He started laughing
'Babe!
You think I care wether or not I eat perfectly cooked porkchops?
Well, i do but right now I don't'
He gave you a loving look
'I care about you, we can go get takeout anyways'
There he was, your dork, Elliot Witt.
Woooaah this one's long oops sorry
I love Mirage he's my favorite so expect more ! :)
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