Lie for me

*2 years ago*

Jack: "Y/n you know I love you right."
I stare at him. His piercing light blue eyes missing mine. For our whole day today he has been so off with me, not looking at me for longer that 10 seconds, not leading me by my waist, not holding my hand while we walk. Not even sharing a bubble waffle with me from our favourite shop 'Bubblemania'.
Y/n: "Jack..."
He stares back at me before his eyes slowly race my body before sighing and shaking his head. His light blonde, short hair slowly falling over his eyes. If I'm being honest, since last year when I had a health scare, Jack so supportive and kind I just felt so comfortable around him. I know that has ment me putting on a bit off weigh, an obvious amount. My once flat stomach was now more like a 'B' shape and my face rounder. I tried to ignore it but it has been noticeable and made me feel guilty. But it was ok because Jack loved me still... right?

Jack: "I can't do this anymore. Us"
I sit there on our small, white ikea sofa surrounded by the arctic monkey posters I chose and the oasis poster he chose. Sat on our sofa in OUR APARTMENT. Between breaths I managed to say almost in a whisper,
Y/n: "why"
He sits there, looking stupid as his eyes look everywhere but at mine.
Jack: "we have changed. Well u have. And I thought... well I thought u would. You know... go back to being smaller?"
He says with that 'I'm only trying to be nice and honest' tone. His face looking like Baxter he had a tequila shot.
Y/n: "oh."

I sit there stunned. 3 years. Since we were 15. And he has thrown that all away being I'm bigger?!
Jack: "I'm moving out tonight, most of my stuff is already packed and I do not want anything from here or from you. I just want it to be over quick to not hurt u"

Hurt me. Hurt ME? Leaving all your shit, constant reminders of you, us, in an apartment I can't afford on my own with my minimum wage job I just started at a finance firm. That was not to hurt me. And then something snapped. Do you know what, I'm so done. He doesn't deserve me or any of my feeling and emotion.
Y/n: "ok. By what time?" I ask calmly not moving my gaze or letting any hint of emotion reach my face.

I watch as his eyes prick up and stare into mine. His body now straight and hands clenched. I can see the millions of thoughts racing through his mind. The shock of my cooperation perhaps or maybe my lack of emotion.
Jack: "I um. By 5."
I nod
Y/n: "ok. I'm going out to get some groceries and detergent so I'll be an hour or so. Post your key back through the letter box okay?"
I say standing and gathering my keys and phone from the table next to the sofa. I walk over to new coat rack by the door and put in my beige trench coat over my white knit jumper and baggy black jeans.
Jack: "y/n... I-"
Without letting him finish I leave, slamming the door behind me. Walking as fast as I can to the stairs and practically running down all three flights of stairs in hopes he doesn't try follow me out. I get to my beat up Honda civic, throwing my keys and phone onto the passenger seat, not even bothering to take off my coat.

I drive aimlessly through town and turn off to the backroads that go to the next village over. I pull over into the first lay-by and just sit there.
3 years and he just wants out? When I get home I know I have so much to do, trying to find a new apartment-maybe even in another town, getting Jack to sign all the paperwork to sell the old apartment, throwing out all him shit, explaining to my family and friend that we have broken up and why.
Why? Why me?

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Part 1!
I hope you all enjoy and get some backstory. This story is a bit different to my others and I haven't written for a bit so sorry if it's not the best!
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