The Cliché Cupid ||COMPLETED||✔

Chapter 46- This Is The End.

TRIGGER WARNING:

This chapter has self harm and such, please do not  read if you aren't comfortable with it.

Get your tissues ready, this is going to be one hell of a chapter!

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I wake up, and roll around hoping to find Ryder, but the bed is empty.

My stomach starts to churn. He must just be in the restroom, I try to passify myself but I can't bring myself to believe it.

I get up and head to the restroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I come out and look around the bed, hoping to find a note or something.

But I have no such luck.

I go down and find the house empty. Not a single soul, not sure what to do I walk out and into Kyle's place. I really miss my best friends, I could use their company right about now.

I sigh grab keys to a car and head to the garage, I unlock the car and drive back to my place.

I get home and head straight to my room.

I check my phone a billion times, hoping for a text, a call, anything, something.

Hopelessness starts setting in and I'm hit with a wave of nausea. Slowly a lone tear slips down my face.

I'll always love you.

Why?

I'll always be here for you.

Why Ryder? Why?

Why did you leave me?

What did I do wrong?

Tears are now streaming like endless rivers and my heart feels like it's going to burst. It's hard to breathe and the room seems to be spinning.

"Ryder come back please. Please!" I murmur into the void, knowing all too well that it's all for vain.

He isnt coming back.

He's gone.

He left.

He left.

I let out a scream, frustrated by everything, why did this have to happen?

Why?

I throw the nearest thing to me, a lamp on the wall and it shatters, the glass shards scattered everywhere, resembling my heart.

Sobs escape my lips and echoing off the walls, my hands trembling, on their own accord throw things at the wall.

I stare blankly at the shattered pieces of frames, lamps and what not.

Another scream escapes my throat.

I hate him.

I love him.

I punch the mirror, and a few glass pieces tear into my skin, the pain is barely even there, but I see my blood dripping.

My legs give away and I fall on the ground, surrounded by broken and shattered things, lying there bawling and screaming and begging for Ryder to come back.

Time becomes a foreign concept, I dont know for how many hours, days, weeks I spend lying there. It seems as if a day is an eternity and an hour is a second. The outer world seems to hold no value for me and I just stay there in my cocoon of hurt. Replaying all the memories over and over again like a broken record.

His smile.

His eyes.

His laugh.

The way his lips felt on mine.

Loving was never supposed to hurt so much.

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My fingers trace his name on my body, my nails leaving light trails, contrasting the bright red lines I inflicted on myself, my body looking like a canvas.

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I get up, not sure after how long, wash my face and check my phone.

The first thing I see shatters me even more, if possible.

'The Heir To Arrow Corps No Longer Single!'

I click the link and read the article. The first thing I see is a picture, more specifically a picture of Ryder having his hand on the waist of a girl, a girl that isnt me.

The article says, 'Young heartthrob, Ryder Arrows announced his relationship with Christina Cooper.

"We kept it down and low for quite a while but I couldn't take it anymore, I had to let the world know that this gorgeous woman is mine" says the young man.

Aren't they the cutest couple'

I close the article and throw my phone against the wall.

All the previous feelings of missing him replaced with hate and disgust. He used me. I was just a toy, a pawn. Nothing more.

A humourless laugh leaves my lips, my brain seems to be going into an overdrive, I grab a shard of glass and tear the wallpapers of my room. Screaming I pull out all the gifts he had given me, destroying each one along with my sanity and stableness.

Red clouds my vision, the lines start blurring, angry tears fill my eyes and fall down.

The betrayal sets in and it feels like my heart has been ripped out and stomped on.

Blood. I want blood.

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I grab the fallen shard of glass and pierce it through my skin, a drop of blood falls, as the glass pierces deeper more blood starts flowing.

A sense of calmness takes over me and I throw the glass away, not bothering about my bleeding hand.

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From this moment on Andrea is dead. Only a soulless, cruel, merciless, blood thirsty terror exists. No more emotions, no more love.

No more humanity.

No more Andrea.

This is the end of her and her story.

She loved a boy, he used her, she broke and died. In her place now lives a heartless person.

This is it.

This is the end.

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I still cant believe it. This is the end, well for now.

I have a sequel planned, so keep a look out for that.

This was a very emotional chapter to write, but it had to be done.

There will be an epilogue to follow and then The Cliche Cupid will officially be completed.

I'm extremely grateful for my amazing readers and supporters and well wishers.

Happy reading, until next chapter!

With love,
Khushi!❤