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it had been a couple of weeks now and still no response from ethan.
You heart hurt so much that you couldn't get out of the house, Barley eat and cry yourself to sleep every night.
You guessed he never saw the note.
you tried your best to contact Grayson but he said Ethan was always out partying and never paying any damn attention to him.
you plop in bed without warning and instantly start thinking about everything going wrong these past weeks.
Ethan had you blocked so there was no contact left.
the tea kettle chimes faintly in the kitchen making you rush there.
You grab the kettle pouring some water inside then throwing the tea bag in.
you set the hot tea down on the table as you blow on it to dry.
you pulled out your phone scrolling through insta.
Some of your friends out on vacation with their other friends and there boyfriends.
you stop at one post on one of your colleagues' friends post.
there was a hella lot of people in the back of the picture holding red solo cups.
then some were laughing holding beer bottles and cigarettes
and at the very front you spot the
had been crying for , for weeks.
Ethan.
he held his beer bottle in his one hand and another some other girl.
She had brown hair with green eyes.
You bit your cheek purposely Turing off your phone.
You rushingly take a sip of your tea making you scold your tongue In the scorching taste.
you grunt as you feel anger and pain.
as soon as you felt the warm hit tears fall down off your cheeks,
You quickly wiped them away.
maybe he moved on already.
There was no chance anyway.
Out of anger you grab his contact off your phone blocking him back and deleted
his number and deleted off all the pictures
you had.
you sobbed pulling yourself in a ball falling on the couch.
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-Grayson's pov-
I had been texting y/n lately.
She's been so broken.
I felt so bad for her and tried so hard to talk with Ethan.
But every time I mention
"y/n"
He changes the subject.
Y/n told me she left something for him behind near his mat but he's never cared.
right now I'm at my apartment as he's out partying again like every single damn night.
I grab my jacket and head over to my car.
I was going to tell him the real truth about y/n.
Not matter if he doesn't want to hear it, it's coming out.
It isn't fair to y/n.
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