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|Break Ups Hurt| Five》

A break up imagine. They drifted and you don't know what else to do.

You decide what's best for eachother to grow.

I know things aren't great between us. I wish I genuinely knew how to change that. I just don't know how to get him to understand.

The only time I think things seem fine are when we are intimate.

So many unexpressed emotions. It feels like you two are the only ones in the world. Even for a second.

It is our make-up after a break up.

I feel like maybe this relationship can't be saved.

Or am I making a mistake questioning if things will ever feel right again?

The passion has left and the days we spent curled in the sheets with each other, they don't seem to excite him anymore.

The problem is we both are afraid of being without each other despite the differences and not ever knowing what the other wants.

Y/n~

I sit on the edge of our bed preparing myself to be straight forward with him.

My hair is wrapped up in a towel, as well as my body. Locks of hair strung resting on my neck and back.

I pull the towel from my head and grab my brush laying on my nightstand.

I start brushing through my wet hair waiting for him to show.

He is rarely home anymore. We are both busy people. It's no surprise that he isn't always around.

The distance just stopped being dreadful. It started feeling refreshing.

It isn't right for either of us. It shouldn't feel draining the moment we feel each others presence.

We are busy people and we stay away because of work.

No it's not it.

At least, that's excuse we use for this not working like it used to.

I put on loose cropped plain red shirt with some comfortable sweats. They were actually given to me by Diego. He said he grew out of them.

I walk over to the bathroom and there he is. Towel wrapped around his waist. Usually, I would take this opportunity to kiss him and let him take me the rest of the way.

This time is different. He sighs and looks away from me. I just close the door saying nothing.

I decide its time to finally say something. We are basically strangers. We lived together all this time. We still feel like we know nothing about one another.

I saved some money working at a nearby coffee shop. I had been planning ever since I noticed things changing.

My plan is to go to New York. Set my life up. Start new. Begin a career in writing. Alison said she could put a good word in for me places.

I just can't bear the guilt. I guess that's part of scrapping an old part of your life.

"Hey Five?" I ask as he comes out of the bathroom fully clothed. His hair was still kind of wet. I remember playing with his hair while it was wet being a sweet memory.

He was tired and told me I could style it if I wanted.

I found myself seeing if it could stick up pretty high and we would laugh when it constantly fell in his face.