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God, I hate this.
She's unbelievable.
her beauty; it was unbelievable.
he hated it, the way she invaded his instagram feed like a temptress reeling in her fool.
he didn't want to be a fool.
he really, really didn't want to be her fool.
Gosh, why is she—what?
he wanted to groan more than ever but that would just be embarrassing. how stupid would that look?
"I never want to see you again."
how stupid.
This is torture.
it was torture.
as much as he hated admitting it.
This is so damn annoying.
she was so irritatingly pretty.
he hated how she glowed more now that she was gone.
what a nasty breakup.
what a nasty memory.
One comment.
One comment turns into
thirty in about two minutes.
'You're so pretty.'
'Are you single?'
'I'll treat you well.'
What a joke.
he fell for her and he fell so hard that time.
he was a joke.
but she was stunning.
then and now, she stayed flawless.
then and now, he stayed absolutely stupid.
"This is my lovely boyf—hey! Stop
tickling me, focus!"
her voice.
her laugh.
he heard it again after a while.
she sounded different.
she sounded happy.
Ugh.
he rubbed his temples harshly, then ran his fingers on the lids of his dark, grey, sleep-deprived eyes.
Good for you, then.
his bitter voice dripped sarcasm.
he hated how she lived so well without him,
how easily she forgot.
Stay that happy, then.
she was merciless.
her heart was a guillotine.
it was almost ridiculous how quick she cut him off.
Why am I doing this?
but he despised himself.
how he guiltily searches her name up to see how she was doing everyday,
how his heart still raced when he saw her face,
how he heard all the words from her mouth that came out bluntly but felt like a sharp blade
and how he still hoped she'd look back.
I have to let you go.
It's just one tap on that backspace.
he hesitated at the "Are you sure?"
window before he decided,
No turning back.
and it was 10 months of her gone with a few clicks.
he pressed his heavy head on his pillow.
It's all anew when I wake up.
and with earbuds in, he closed his eyes.
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