be alright (a)

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prompt: based around the song "be alright" by dean lewis.

"i look up from the ground to see you sad and ready eyed"

the dynamic between the couple had changed. they sat at david's kitchen counter. david leaning against the counter while y/n sat on a stool.

"you look away from me and i see there's something you're trying to hide"

david looked toward y/n taking in her ultimate beauty. as they caught each others gaze, y/n immediately looked away. covering her face, her face being completely emotionless. david sighed before

"and i reach for your hand but it's cold, you pull away again"

david being completely and utterly tired of hearing nothing from his girlfriend he moved his hand to hold his. he hold her hand for only a second before she retracts her hand. david's thought of y/n being completely disgusted by him.

"and i wonder what's on your mind"

a sigh left his mouth once more and he bit his lip. a million thoughts were running through his head. he moved away from the counter and ran his hands through his hair.

feeling useless, not being able to know what was going on inside of his girlfriends mind.

"and then you say to me you made a dumb mistake"

y/n looks up at david her eyes brimming with tears. a small sniffle was heard around the quiet house. david stared into y/n's eyes not recognizing the girl in front of him.

"i-i'm sorry, i w-was dumb and i-it was a m-mistake." the words fell from her mouth, immediately breaking david. he looked down at the girl completely and utterly broken.

"you start to tremble and your voice begins to break
you say the cigarettes on the counter weren't your friend's
they were my mate's"

y/n's gaze fell to the floor, afraid more tears would fall from seeing her broken-hearted boyfriend.

"when you c-came home one night, and they're were cigarettes on the counter-" y/n's voice became cracked and more tears dropped from her eyes.

"they weren't heath's...they were from-" before y/n could finish her sentence david interrupted her. "no. don't." he mumbled softly their eyes locking.

"i'm sorry."

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