Ashton:
'So your friend's been telling me
You’ve been sleeping with my sweater’
Sighing, I shoved my hands in my coat pocket, as I watched her best friend walk in the other direction. Looking up at the grey sky, i hoped she was back at her flat wearing my grey sweater that she grew to love. The same sweater I left behind knowing that she would still wear. It hurt to hear her best friend say that she sleeps in my sweater ever night, how she hoped that we could work things out, but knew deep inside nothing would make up for the amount of time I hurt her. Walking down the street I left the rain drops start but I didn’t care feel to numb to even care.
Calum:
'I miss everything we do,
I’m half a heart without you’
Looking back at the pictures of us on my Instagram, hurt. Everything has left off since the moment she walked out of that hotel room. I miss everything we used to do, the way she would giggle slightly as I would make goofy faces at her while I should have been paying attention to rehearsals. The way she would smile when I would run into her open arms after a concert. The moment she walked out of that hotel room she would out with half my heart. Everything has been hard, but I’m hoping more like praying she’ll be willing to hear me out when I get back.
Michael:
'Forget all we said that night
No, it doesn’t even matter’
Tugging at the ends of my hair, flashbacks of that night played through my head as I sat down in my man cave. The same room she had planned out for me, the one she had encouraged me to have in order to escape reality. I wished we were able to forget everything that was said that night. All the screaming and yelling, it shouldn’t even matter, it was a heat of the moment type of thing. Yet, here I should almost a month later all alone wishing she was here wrapped in my arms as I was playing some stupid juvenile video game.
Luke:
'Though I try to get you out of my head
The truth is I got lost without you’
Playing some random tune on the guitar looking out at the skyline of the city from my flat. Sighing, I placed the guitar down as imagines of her walking around the flat in nothing but one of my button downs. Walking over to the abandoned glass of whisky, I quickly threw it down my throat trying my best to get her out of head. No matter how hard I didn’t want to admit it I knew I was lost without her. She was my everything and I let her all because of some stupid mistake now I stand an in empty flat, a flat were she was suppose to be living with me.
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