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corbyn roamed the streets of los angeles. alone.
he pulled down the sleeves of his coat and tightened it around him.
his efforts to keep himself warm bore no fruit as the brittle cold seeped into the thick trench coat, his fingers becoming numb.
numb.
that was how he felt nowadays. he had no idea what he was doing. he always paraded around, telling himself he had everything under control.
how wrong he was, as nothing was under control.
he was losing his mind, and he was losing it fast.
the faux blonde stopped at a skatepark. he would normally smile when he approached this place. the grin that would usually stretch from ear to ear in the memory of this place was now gone. vaporized.
he had spent the whole day walking around town, eating at the diner where he and his spouse had their first date, checking out the dog shelter where their old dog, waffles, had been adopted, the park where he had been proposed to, and the beach, the pristine sanded beach where they had held hands, promising their mind, body and soul to each other, vowing to love each other till death do them apart.
the irony of it failed to amuse corbyn.
and now, he stood in front of the skatepark. where they had met for the first time.
where he had seen the other loose their balance on a skateboard.
where they had fell, and scraped their knee.
and where corbyn had helped said person up to their feet so he can take care of the injury.
what started out as puppy love eventually blossomed into a full blown romance, in which they had exchanged dozens of sweet nothings and 'i love yous'. the other had proposed, and corbyn had changed his last name. the name that was engraved on the dog tag that hung loosely around the blonde's neck.
the name that was so meaningful then, but was less meaningful now.
the name that corbyn loved and hated at the same time.
the boy reached his nimble fingers under his shirt and clenched the silver chain around his neck. he took it out of his shirt, exposing it to the cold air.
he ran his fingers over the engraved name, knowing there was another person who owned a dog tag exactly similar to his.
his red-rimmed eyes focused on the denomination.
'seavey'
it read.
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Fanfictiona dorbyn au 🌻saudade🌻 "the feeling of longing for an absent something or someone that you love but might never return." in which he falls out of love. or in which he holds on to the memories of the past.
