You stare at the wall, listening to the same songs over and over and over, trying to find a solution for a problem that can't be solved, because you can feel some sort of distance growing between the two of you, and if you still cried you would cry yourself to sleep tonight.
But you don't shed tears for the inevitable anymore, only the unexpected. And this was entirely expected. He thought there was only one way to break your heart. He was wrong. Your heart was broken before you even gave it away, because you knew how this would end before it started.
It's not over yet. You know what you should do, but you don't want to because you want to hold on to every moment you can. And it's tearing you apart.
You thought he'd be the one to hurt you.
You were wrong.
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