𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 & 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀

im sorry; cmb

i gasped as i stared at the lifeless body on the floor in front of me and dropped the bloodied knife onto the floor. the tears started flowing out of my eyes and i covered my mouth with my hands as i realized what i had just done.

"corbyn why the fuck would you do that?!"

i threw my arms up in the air and he shook his head.

"listen yn i'm sorry, it's just, i get lonely on tour and i need someone."

i rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"and you think i don't feel the same way? because i do corbyn. i feel so god damn lonely but i don't just call up my ex and have sex with him! how stupid are you?!"

i balled up my fists and when he didn't answer i scoffed and turned around, starting to make dinner for myself.

"so what does this mean for us?"

i didn't turn around and started cutting up peppers and onions.

"we're over corbyn."

the anger still boiled up inside me and he raised his voice.

"but yn we can't be over, i love you for god sake!"

i spun around still with the knife in my hand and made my way towards him.

"no you don't corbyn! if you loved me you never would've slept with someone else!"

"but yn-!"

i charged towards him and stuck the knife in his chest, causing him to fall backwards onto the floor.

this blue and red lights flashed outside the house and the sounds of sirens filled the air.

"ms please come out slowly with your hands above your head!"

i sobbed and slowly turned the doorknob, pushing the door open. the policemen raised their guns and made their way towards me.

"i didn't mean to, it just happened."

i sobbed and they put handcuffs on my wrists and guided me to the car. i looked over to the house once more and cried as they put corbyns lifeless body on a stretcher with a white sheet on top.

"yn yln you are being arrested on suspicion of murder."

i let out a sob and they put me in the back of the car and shut the door. i leaned my head on the window and silently cried as they drove me to the station.

"i'm sorry corbyn."