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西上汐アパート（1966年）

大阪市中央区

2014

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Eyes red, hand shaking.

Tw: toxic relationship

“You are always angry at me. I don’t even know what I have done.”

“You are always being clingy. I didn’t even go anywhere, I’m always here. Stuck here with you, do you even understand how that feels?” He gritted his teeth. Face red holding in his anger. She pout. Insides full of self deprecating thoughts. He roll his eyes towards her thinking of how and why did he ever end up here with her.

“Do you still lo-“ she hasn’t even finish her words but foul words have reach her ears, “That question again. How can you live with yourself, Y/N? How can you ever live this long with this kind of thinking? How can you ever be in my life for me to put up with your shit every single day? Why the fuck are you alive?”

Eyes red, hand shaking.

Eyes red, hand shaking.

Eyes red, hand shaking.

Her eyes are red with tears at the bay awaiting to burst. Hand shaking by the fear and tear that are building inside her.

His eyes are red of anger, killing her with his words just seems like never enough. Hand shaking and itching of beating the shit out of her.

Eyes red, hand shaking.

Eyes red, hand shaking.

Eyes red, hand shaking.

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Him.

“Let’s break up.”

She send the three words with anxious heart. Fingers tapping on the table, trying to console herself while waiting for the answer on the other end.

After a few hours of endless waiting, the double tick turns blue meaning that the person on the other line is reading her message right now.

Typing…

Her hearts grow even more anxious. She has thought this through. She is ready to face this. But she still feels anxious and uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Typing…

“Please God, end this once and for all.” She says mostly to herself. Well, the furniture in her house certainly can’t hear her, they don’t have ears to begin with. And he most certainly can’t hear her, how can he be when he is on the other side of the town.

Typing…

“If thats what you want.”

Typing…

She huffs the breath she doesn’t even realize she has been holding in these few minutes. Praying to God out there that this will not hurt so much as much as holding on in this relationship.

She close her eyes trying to imagine herself again in this torture of relationship. Where she always put him first and chase after him wherever he goes. While he on the other hand, never care. Never at all. But she know that he do love her but not as much as she love him. She knows that he will never go as far as she is willing to go for him. She was never his priority in the first place but he is to her, even now.

“You find someone else who is better than me? Fine. Go. Go wherever you are happy.”

She read his reply and it left a bitter taste on her tongue. Little did he know that he is her source of happiness. Little did he know that whenever she was with him she was the happiest person ever. If only he put the efforts as much as she did. If only he chase after her too. If only…

“You were always there for everyone but never me. You were always missing someone else but never me. You always call someone else but never me. You were always happy with someone else but never me. You always miss someone else but never me. I love you so much to let you go. You know that too. But I can’t live like this anymore. I never matter to you.”

One.

Two.

Three.

You count to three to calm yourself like always did before this. You feel too much now that in another minute you think you will explode.

One.

Two.

Three.

Typing…

“Don’t ever reach out to me ever again after this. Don’t ever come look for me after this. Act like we never knew each other.”

She read his message over and over again because she feels like floating and her mind are somewhere but here. Her eyes are red, tears are threatening to fall on her flawless cheeks.

And then she let go. She let go of the tears. She let go of the hurt that she has been feelings these past three years. She let go of everything thats hurting her. She let go of everything.

And most importantly, she let go of him, her person.

Him.

The person that she loves the most in this world.

Him.

The person that loves her for who she was, as that what she thought.

In hope that there will be something waiting for her in the future. There will be lights waiting for her in the end of this dark tunnel. There will be a better him at the end of the day.

One.

Two.

Three.

She will be happy.

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Fred Weasley — If You Love Her

Summary: Fred was invited to your wedding, despite being your ex-boyfriend of 7 years. He had a talk with your future husband the night before the wedding, Adrian Pucey.

Words: 8,864 words

Warnings ⚠ : fem!reader, exboyfriend!fred, hurt/comfort, Pain™, ANGST ANGST ANGST, mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, mentions of wedding, mentions of difficulties moving on, basically fred having a big owie HDJSD, yknow just get your tissues ready it’s a nasty nasty ride

Disclaimer: I volunteered myself to write this fic when @gcdric​ and @whizboingies​ were talking about the song If You Love Her by Forest Blakk and here we go :D I was honestly just gonna let this sit in my drafts because this is HEAVY, even for me, but I figured, hey, why not cause pain KDHSKHDJD spare me ilysm. This is byfar, the LONGEST, and SADDEST work I’ve done, so beware. I’ve warned y’all, read at your own risk! Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated, I love it when yall do that, enjoy! <3

| 8th February 

It was just an ordinary Monday.  And just like a normal person, Fred woke up at 8 am to prepare to go to work at 10. The empty apartment he lives in was dull, without any decoration. To him, it’s just a place to sleep, eat and watch the television; not home. His home, well. Let’s just leave it there, shall we?

The business was going well, he and George had launched new products last week, and the response had been amazing, yet Fred felt nonchalant about his success. He doesn’t know why; he didn’t feel whole. Sure, he felt happy for a while, but only for a solid 10 minutes before the dull tug in his heart started to act up again.

As he sat on the couch with a coffee mug in his hand, Errol swooped in through the window, the old birdie surprisingly did not crash into anyth— nevermind, he crashed the couch.

Fred huffed a small smile at the old owl, “Morning, Errol. Take a break, mate, that’s a hard crash.” He said as he caressed Errol’s head and the barn owl hooted dizzily. Under his claws were a small stack of letters, probably invoices and electricity bills for the month.

Fred took the stack of letters and mindlessly swiped through them, that was until he came across a particular soft blue letter, which he recognized in an instant as a howler.

As he opened the pressed violet wax, the howler flew away from his hand and floated right in front of him, “Hello!”

Fred widened his eyes at the voice, his back leaned on the couch stood straight suddenly, startling poor Errol. “… Y/N?” Fred muttered.

“Congratulations, you have been invited to Adrian Pucey’s and Y/N Y/L/N’s wedding! We look forward to having you with us on our beautiful day on the 14th of February at Porthpean House, Cornwall, England! Dearest Friends can come on the 10th to celebrate our bachelor party! We hope to see you there! ”   

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