Made this imagine into a separate book!
Read one like this
Someone else's POV for once!
Based off the song by Europe's favourite ginger Ed Sheeran.
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*Grayson's POV*
Every time it's like a sharp, radiating sting. Starting in the cavity in my chest, pulsing throughout.
She walks, hand in hand, beaming up at another boy. She was radiating warmth and happiness from her rosy cheeks, her eyes glistening while looking at him.
It hurts doesn't it.
Seeing the girl your in love with with another guy. And she's happy.
It hurts doesn't it?
Knowing you will never get with her.
Her hair reflected the light, it's silky gleam swaying to her movement. Her hips swinging in time with her steps. Her soft, small hand around her bag strap, the other one in another mans hand.
The small golden rings dangling around the base of her fingers, the promise ring her boyfriend bought her around her ring finger.
It hurts. Stings.
Emotional agony.
Watching her laugh at his jokes. what if it was my joke she laughed at? My joke that turned the corner of her lips up as her smile stretched across her face? My joke that produced her laugh? - sex to my ears.
It hurts.
No, it kills.
But she's what's most important.
Aslong as she's happy, I'm not as sad. If he breaks your heart like lovers do, I'll be waiting here, for you.
You look happier, you do... in the arms of my brother.
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Oof bless gray
Cri :(
Maybe part 2?
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Dolan Imagines ♛
Fanfictionjust some imagines of my fave smol beans, to stimulate our myopic teenage minds a few preferences in there for the fun of it
