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[𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 - 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠!]
💍 𝟩 𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 💍
"𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘈𝘛𝘔 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴
𝘉𝘶𝘺 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴"
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"𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥..𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘦?"
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"𝘔𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯', 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯'𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳? 𝘎𝘦𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵"
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"𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴..."
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"𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯"
"𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘴, 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦 '𝘦𝘮"
"𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯', 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯'
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵"
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"𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵"
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" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳? 𝘎𝘦𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵 "
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HEY LOVES! SO THE CLEAN VERSION OF THIS SONG IS LITERALLY MY FAVOURITE SONG OF ALL TIME. I LOVE BRAGGING ABOUT THE RICHES I CERTAINLY DON'T HAVE, LOL. ANYWAYS, IT'S A BOP, SO I HOPE THIS IMAGINE IS TOO. PLEASE, ENJOY!
P.S. don't take anything out of context or too literally, it's all fun & games up in here.
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Break up's take forever to get over.
I believe, as well as in my case, that if you truly love someone, you will never stop loving them, even if you move on.
You will always look at them as though they could solve every problem that could ever occur, their smile will still be able to light up your world & make you smile, even when you feel like crying. Their eyes are still the endless oceans they once were, before everything, before the break up. Your own eyes still get lost in them, reading every story his eyes tell, ones that sometimes only you can read. You still desire to be in his arms, kiss his luxurious lips, run your hands through his heavenly curls. Forever more, you will want to hear that laugh, the laugh that once acted as a comfort, something you were used to, but was suddenly gone.
Everything about him, you miss.
It feels like you lost half of yourself, the half that he became so ingrained in. The half that wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, every single day you age, every single hair that turned grey you wanted to experience with him. Grow old together, watch your kids grow into people who wanted to change the world for the better, making you proud every moment your hand connected with his as the diploma was given to your them.
The hopes, the dreams you had built up in your mind & heart for the both of you, your life plans included him- every single glimpse of the future you could imagine, down to the tiny details, was built around him. Anything was possible with him by your side, absolutely anything.
The heart-wrenching, stomach-plummeting sense of loss, confusion, sadness caused you to feel distraught. The very definition of mental pain so strong it caused you to physically have pain- your heart feeling as though it had been stabbed, your throat feeling like barbed-wire had been tightly wrapped around it like a snake, its venom piercing into your gut as you slide down the wall with tears streaming down your face. Tears of anger at the new girl he was spotted with, the confirmed dating videos exploding on YouTube, pictures of his hand, that once held yours, holding another's. Another girl who made you feel inferior, your heart dropping at the sight of him looking at her the way he used to look at you.
'You'll find another, better than him.'
'It was never meant to be.'
'He was always going to get snatched up.'
These are things people told me, meaningless comments that only seemed to make you realise this even more- it really is over. He really has moved on. He doesn't remember I exist anymore. I meant nothing to him.
I stared at the large steamed-up mirror, which took up most of the area of the wall in my bathroom. My wife towel was wrapped around me, ending under my arms, a towel wrapped around my damp hair. I hated the fact I didn't recognise the girl I saw in the mirror. I despised the fact that the reflection was only of me, not of me with his frame stood next to mine, something I wanted forever.
I unwrapped the towel from my hair, my lips dry, cut & chapped, small & thin lines of blood on my bottom lip from my nervous (or unhappy) habit of excessively licking & biting my lip. I hadn't used Carmex in weeks, not caring. I hadn't applied anything other than moisturiser to my face in weeks, not caring. This, in fact, is the first time I have showered in six days.
I sniffed, looking back to the mirror again, disappointed with the dark bags & lines under my eyes, my eyelids red & puffy, also very dry. My cheeks were red like they always were after showering, something he found adorable. They stayed bright-red for an hour or so after a shower, which is why he liked it, as after I left the house after showering to go & meet him- they still burned fifty shades of red & pink.
I exhaled through my nose, deciding enough was enough as my eyes flickered through the text messages from my friends, saying, basically, to get over it, something harsh, but what I needed to hear.
It had been a month & three days, to be exact, eleven of those past days I hadn't checked my phone- giving me a few messages to catch up on.
My best friend, Carmen, had texted me a while back to ask to go out to shop with her this afternoon- I decided I was going. This would be the first time I would have left the house in a month straight- thanks to home delivery from shops, as well as 'Postmates'.
I played some upbuilding music, as music had saved me this past month or so. It had all been sad music, so this time I put on some confidence-boosting songs.
I applied toner, moisturiser, eye-cream, Carmex, and a little mascara, tying my now dried hair into a loose ponytail, framing my face with a few strands of hair at the front.
I put on a comfortable yet cute, stylish outfit that would hopefully make me feel better, applying some 'cloud' perfume, playing my thank-u,next-over-my-breakup playlist as I did so.
Slipping on my Nike Air Force Ones, I grabbed my bag & headed out, an hour late, but Carmen would understand.
I arrived at the mall after a short car ride there, it only being twenty minutes away.
As I pulled into a parking spot, I couldn't help but think about him.
My thoughts were drenched with the rarely felt horrible feelings I had when I was with him, rather than the happy, positive, amazing ones that far out-weighed any negativity.
I remembered the way I felt when I tried to make conversation with him, but he was far too engrossed in Instagram, Facebook or Twitter, not even noticing that I had walked away after my failed attempts of talking to him- his attention diverted to his fame & friends.
I thought about the way it felt when I realised that everything was over between us, when he didn't look at me the same way anymore- the way he used to look at me faded. He used to gaze at me as though nobody else existed, that I was thinly human on earth who was apparent to him- the day his eyes lit up each time they landed on my figure, a small smile couldn't help but appear onto his lips. I missed that. I craved that. But I had never felt pain like I had when he looked at me for the last time, his eyes reading nothing more than distance. His heart wasn't here anymore; it wasn't with me anymore. He wished to be with someone else, with her, every time I watched his eyes. They were distant, far away from us. They belonged to her, to the girl who took his heart from my iron grip, shooting me in the heart to get to it.
I didn't realise I had been sat in my car for twenty minutes, tears streaming down my face as I thanked myself for the fact I used waterproof mascara.
I looked around, seeing happy couples, hand in hand, making me sick. Rub it in, why don't you?
A black Mercedes pulled in to the empty space to my right, making me get out & collect myself so I didn't make them think I was weird or insane.
I climbed out of my car, wiping my running nose with the back of my hand, sniffing quietly as I grabbed my bag from the seat. I wiped the tears away swiftly, hoping nobody would notice.
As I slammed my door shut, a familiar figure appeared out of the Mercedes beside me, wearing expensive looking sunglasses & a black Polo Ralph Lauren top on, as well as some Levis jeans. I knew who it was, for goodness sake, by the look on my face a mouse could tell I recognised him, but definitely wasn't happy with the reunion.
He looked to his left, his eyes landing on me which I could just make out behind the black glass of his sunglasses, his lips parting, his eyebrows raising in surprise. Before any words could come out of anyone's mouth, the passenger door opened to reveal her- my replacement, his upgrade.
I hurried away, slinging my bag over my shoulder as I called Carmen, legging it into the mall to find her, only to be greeted by hundreds of paparazzi running past me to him, only a few taking a snap of me- knowing what had happened, to my displeasure.
"Hey! Where on earth are you?" Carmen's annoyed voice rang through the line, still laced with some concern.
"Ugh, I'm coming now. I just parked up. I'll meet you inside." I stated flustered, ending the call before she could reply.
"Hey!" Carmen cooed, pulling me into a tight hug. "It's been over a month since I've seen you, it's ridiculous." She chuckled, pulling away to see tears forming in my eyes, her smile turning to a frown quickly.
"Hey hey hey, what's wrong?" She asked, looking into my eyes. "I-I just saw h-him with her." I sobbed, her arms wrapping tightly around me once again, her palm rubbing my back slowly in an attempt to comfort me.
"Shhh... it's okay...he never deserved you anyway." she cooed, standing back with her hands on my shoulders, gazing at me sympathetically. "I-It was me who didn't deserve him, Carmen, not that way around." I cried, balling my eyes out like a baby, causing passers-by to glare at me, or look at me confused.
"No no no, honey, you're incredible. I wish you'd believe me when I say that." She cooed, embracing me into a hug once again. "You'll find your Corbyn Besson one day." She smiled. "You'll find someone who is just as good as Corbyn, better, even." She breathed, tucking some stray strands of hair behind my ear, rubbing my cheek. "Thank you for being my bestie, Carmen." I smiled weakly, squeezing her hand. "No problem. Now, let's commence the retail therapy to help you get though this." She commanded, pulling me along.
After a while, several of my friends arrived, Carmen had invited them as a surprise to go shopping, using all of my friends as a way to help drag me out of this rut I was in- five more friends to be exact. The seven of us gorped at some diamond rings in Tiffany's, chattering about how beautiful they were.
"You know what?" I began, feeling a sudden burst of adrenaline rush through my body like a wave, making me feel better all of a sudden. I felt the feeling of freedom after so long of feeling lost & trapped. "I'm going to buy us matching diamonds." I smiled, walking into the shop determined, my brand-new Louis Vuitton heels chiming away as I walked, a Gucci & Prada bag in each of my hands. Yes, I treated myself today. I can't afford to do this often, obviously, but today- today I needed this.
The girls followed me, begging me to reconsider, but I declined. I wanted to spoil them. They were there for me when nobody else was so they deserved this more than anyone.
We exited the shop, my best-friends gleaming as they watched dazzled at their new rings which was a silver band along with a small diamond on-top of it.
"Y/n, you're the best." Carmen smiled, pulling me into a side hug. "Better than the best." My other friend, Elle, smiled, giving me a hug as we walked to Sephora.
Just then, he, AKA, Corbyn, appeared with her, my friends hesitating, but Carmen & Elle grabbing hold of my hand as the six of them glared at him, but most of the deathly-nasty glares were shot towards her. His eyes flashed to mine, I could read sadness in them, but I decided to ignore it. He decided to end it all, so why is he sad? Especially the fact that he has someone new.
"He's still caught all up on you." Elle whispered as we passed them, Becca & Verona, my other friends swooshed their pony-tails, as if to say back off to Corbyn, which made me smile to myself.
Just at that moment, something rather unexpected, to say the least, happened. Corbyn strode up to us, his orbs focused on me. "Y/n." He stated emotionlessly, giving me the elevator look.
"Oh, hi." I sighed, trying my best to look inconvenienced rather than nervous & flustered, stopping dead in my tracks. she just stood by his body-guard, crossing her arms.
"what could you possibly have to say to me?" I asked, cocking my head to the side as my arms crossed, furrowing my eyebrows to give off a don't mess wit' me vibe.
"I wanted to say sorry." He admitted, barely audible as his hands dug deep into the pockets of his black, fluffy winter coat as he stared morosely at his winter boots. His skin was more pale than usual, his cheeks which once glowed a miraculous pink tone had faded, his hair greasy, in desperate need of a wash & his eyebrows unruly, which was rare for him. I felt bad that I felt almost relieved to see he wasn't himself, it meant, at least that I maybe did mean a little to him for him to still be upset. I knew I truly loved him, & always will, because all I wanted deep down was for him to be okay.
"Okay..." I breathed shakily, not sure on how to respond.
"I see you're okay though." He breathed, I could see straight through the ghost-smile that appeared on his lips.
I wasn't until two hours ago, & even now, I'm struggling to keep the tears back.
I cried for three days straight, didn't sleep for two weeks, didn't eat for four days at a time.
I spent my time in bed, watching sad movies, or reading a book for the past two months, & have barely eaten in that time because I've been so depressed.
so no, I'm not okay, Corbyn.
That is everything I wish I could say, but I knew I couldn't.
"Yeah, well, I'm not okay. " I stated. "I see you've moved on." I sniffed, my eyes darting to the girl.
"Yeah, well, kinda." He stated, his eyes meeting mine in the magical way they always did, tears pooling in them. "Nobody will ever replace you, y/n." He stated, & with that, he walked straight back to her, taking her hand, then strode away.
"Don't you dare let him fluster you." Elle demanded, her voice strict.
"I can't believe he had the nerve to say something to you." Elle commented, taking me by the arm. "Just ignore it, y/n, it will fade away." Becca smiled weakly, Verona rubbing my back.
A few hours later, I laid in bed, tears flowing down my face, a mixture of sadness & happiness. I felt sad about losing Corbyn, still, yet I felt happy I actually went outside & did something, relieved I had let it go, just a little.
My phone pinged beside me, a strange number showing up on the screen. It was a message from an unknown number, which I cautiously proceeded to open.
'dear y/n, I hope you know how much you meant to me. you meant the world & every single good thing it had to offer to me, and for some reason, I blew it. I let it all go. I let you go. There isn't one reasonable explanation that I can give you of why I did it, there's no valuable reason under the sun for why I treated you the way I did. you know one thing about us that I miss the most, other than you? Our late night phone calls. they were my favourite thing to do, other than be with you. They meant the world to me, you know. I loved how I could talk to you about anything and everything, the good and the bad, knowing you wouldn't judge me for it- you'd either help me through it or celebrate and be happy with me- like when my song went viral or something cool and amazing like that, and you'd tell me how proud of me you were.
so I guess, I just wanted to once again, not only apologise for hurting you which I didn't know I was capable of, but also for putting you on the spot today. all I seem to do is hurt you, so I guess this is for the better- this distance we have now. I also wanted you to note that I broke up with Chloe, the girl you saw me with. it had only been a couple weeks, but she wasn't right, because anybody other than you isn't right.
anyways, sorry for disturbing you again, I love you forever and always, unfortunately for my heart, lol, but I hope you're okay... I hope you always will be. - Corbyn x'
Tears rolled down my hot cheeks as I flopped my phone onto my stomach covered my duvet, hearing the clicking sound which signified it had turned off.
I knew he was the one. so incredibly sure. it was the only thing I had ever felt this certain about before.
I feel as though if he wasn't it for me, it wouldn't have taken me this long to get over him. I knew he was the one, I hated that it was the truth in some ways, but I knew it was meant to be.
I dialled is number, hearing the beeping sounds as I waited for him to pick up, which he did after five rings or so. His voice was sleepy, drained & tired as he mumbled a 'hello', the sounds of his loud sniffs informing me on their own that he was crying.
"hey...Corbyn..." I sniffed, listening to the silence that lasted around ten seconds. "h-hi..." he replied. "did you wanna chat?" I asked.
he missed the late night calls, so now I will give him a late call.
we'll talk like old times, then I want to ask him on a date.
I knew he was the one, so I wasn't going to let it slide this time.
"of course." he replied as I heard this I knew he was genuinely smiling on the other end.
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WHAT DID YOU THINK? IT WAS A LITTLE DIFFERENT, BUT I THOUGHT I COULD INCORPORATE HOW GOOD FRIENDS CAN BE WITH THE '7 RINGS' CONCEPT, BUT STILL MAKE IT CUTE & BELIEVABLE! LOVE, ME XO