I wanted her, but once I realised that, it was beyond late.
All that she left behind was painful memories, some of her clothing, which is still left scattered all over my bedroom and living room floor.
She left her toothbrush as well, leaving me thinking about her lips and the way she talked about anything and everything, rambling on and on as I'd barely listen.
But she's only a memory now.
And there's not a thing I can do to change that.
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Love is not over is the song you should listen to throughout the entire story babes.
Also this whole story is short chapter based so yeah.
Also it's so weird writing a straight story when u gay af.