Y/N began her search for Remy by going to the local market that she knows Alfredo and Remy go to sometimes and found nothing. She looked everywhere and couldn't find him anywhere... she was worried of what might've happened to him and so she continued looking. and this went on for about 2 hours, and after hours of searching she realized how late it was and decided to retire to her house. When she got there she felt the warmth of her apartment surging through her body like a shock of electricity. She decided she simply wasn't going to eat today and grabbed some water and sat in her living room staring off at a wall while her tv blared Brooklyn Nine - Nine. After about an hour she looked over at the clock and it was only 8pm, so she got up and said to herself "don't do this to yourself, go eat something god" and so after a few seconds of thinking she went into the kitchen and got out her chicken alfredo from two days ago and a piece of garlic bread. As she ate the chicken alfredo she thought of the name Alfredo and thought about how she had found him with Colette that morning and she wondered how long this had been going on and why he had been doing this... she then she thought it was probably because she was such a horrible girlfriend. Always dozing off and thinking about someone else (although he didn't know she was thinking about someone else) Y/N then realized that she had just made herself even more sad then she already was. and so she put her dishes away, turned off the tv and the lights and walked into her room and dropped immediately onto her bed and she noticed she felt pretty nauseous and she felt like she could die at any moment and wouldn't care. For a good while she sat in her blankets staring at the ceiling and slowly drifting off and then waking herself up with more thoughts and at that moment she felt like she's prefer it if she did just pass out and never wake up.
Authors Note: the reason why you people are reading this godforsaken masterpiece is beyond me but... whatever. anyways sorry this was so rushed and weird, i'm in a car and bored so i decided "hey fuck it you should write more remy story" aight bye.
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