Dallon Weekes Imagines

Nicotine

"It's over, Dallon."

Those were the last words Dallon ever heard from Y/N. He was devastated after she left her. He was a wreck. Drinking, smoking, waking up in a bar, name it all. Dallon did everything to forget about Y/N, but it was useless. He was going insane, but whatever could he do?

"Y/N, what did I do to you?" he sobbed. "I gave my life to you, only you. Damn it, damn you, your kiss, everything you do!" he screamed. "Y/N, I love you so much."

He ran a hand through his hair, bringing the cigarette he was holding to his lips. Finally, he stood up from his corner, picking up his phone. He dialed Y/N's number. After three rings, she picked up.

"Hello?"

"Y/N."

"Dallon? Wh-what? Why did you call me?" she asked through the phone, obviously irritated.

"I love you so fucking much, Y/N. I can't live without you. Please come back to me," he cried.

"I-I, Dallon. Look, I love you, too. But it just didn't work out. I'm sorry."

"If breaking my heart makes you happy, then so be it."

A/N: This is so short and sad I know, but this book almost has 1K reads, wowza.