𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

13; scusa (friends pt.2)

S c u s a
(School- za)
Sorry? - I t a l i a n-

Imagine 13:

"What?!" She spat at me anger laced in her voice. I now know how bad I'd messed up. What was I doing?

I leaned against my hard bed frame closing my eyes. I shook my head and sorrow. I was sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. How could I be so stupid?

While I was sitting here— almost crying— she stood there strong, like a widow. Her hair was brushed past her square shoulders. Her posture was perfect, straight. Not the kind where girls try to have a butt or boobs, no, just good, straight posture.

Her eyebrows raised. She was about to snap, and I don't blame her.

"I'm sorry," I said again, probably maintaining a streak of saying it.

She tensed more. "Why?" That was one simple word but that simple could ruin everything that meant so much to me.

Quietly, I whispered, "I don't know." She chuckled sarcastically. She shook her head, like me, but I know she wasn't about to cry. Y/n's not like that.

"Wow, Daniel. That's all you have to say?" I knew she tried to stay calm, tried to hide her sadness, but I could hear it in her voice nonetheless.

I didn't know what to say. I never knew what to say now. "Yes." I simply replied.

"Wonderful," she spoke, a tear wondering down her beautiful rosy cheeks, "Just wonderful." And with that, she stormed out.

I messed up my life. I lost my best friend— the only person that I love. She was crying upstairs, I heard it.

This was making me sad just thinking about it. How her eyes glistened with happiness after the kiss— then how they were stormed with tears after I said that I didn't love her.

The windows were covered in light sprinkles of rain. The blue sky, now dark grey, covered in clouds. Maybe the clouds are sorry for me.. or her.

It stormed almost all night, leaving me with no sleep. I've always known Y/n had a fear of storms, I always kept her safe in my arms.

She came to my room in the middle of the night, all the time, crying because it was storming. She came and lied beside me, the blankets smelled like rosemary, like her. We'd cuddle all night, talking, until the storm was over.

She didn't do it tonight. She stayed locked up in her room. And it was all my fault. I was losing her, I know that. She's going to leave soon, without a goodbye. I can't let that happen, so I stayed up all night.

After a while, during the next day, I grew tired. I haven't spoke to Y/n since last night. She was ignoring me, that's for sure.

We always got up at the same time and made breakfast together. We'd play music and dance around like no one else was on planet Earth.

I miss that and I'm going to get it back.

I fell asleep about mid-day. I was woken up by the sound of a door lock clicking. I got up— still in my pjs— and shifted my way to the door.

No one was there.

I went up to Y/n's room. It was locked, I knocked on the door but I knew she couldn't hear me. Her sad playlist rang through the house.

That was weird, I thought.

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A weird banging noise filled my head. I got up from my bed, I stayed in all day watching Grey's Anatomy.

It was coming from upstairs. I followed the sound, leading me to Y/n's room. What the hell was she doing?

I open the door, now unlocked, and saw her. Well, not only her but some skank.

They were, they were, umm- you get it. They looked at me as soon as I walked in. Y/n's eyes grew with shock.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!" She screamed. I quickly shuffled my way out, locking the door behind me.

And then it hit me— what they were doing.

My heart clinched and my brain shook. My stomach grew with pains.

A feeling grew at the bottom of my stomach, something I never thought I would feel, especially with Y/n.

Hurt.

I felt hurt and betrayed. I felt.. jealous?

But worst of all.. I deserved it.

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Pt. 3 out next Thursday (or if I decide to publish it sometime sooner)! Have a good day/ night.