#bc if i had to read physical books i would cry everyday and get no where

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I honestly don't know if I could have earned my undergrad degree if not for YouTube teaching videos and text to speech features for reading pdfs

[jonah-hauer-kingofmyheart]

Losing You

Pairing: JHK x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jonah is falling out of love with you

warnings: hurt is basically it but there’s a lot of it lemme tell you that

a/n: angst bc fall so why not?

Y/N POV:

“I love you,” you said to Jonah, looking up at him as you strolled down the street, holding hands. He smiled down at you fondly.

“I love you too.”

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The last time that you heard him say those words to you was two weeks ago. That seemed out of character for your boyfriend of three years, who was typically all over you.

It was a brisk spring morning and the two of you strolled down the path, holding hands. The two of you walked this path almost every day for three years. In this park was where the two of you kissed for the first time, and also where he asked you to be his girlfriend. Looking up at him you said: “I love you.”

he just maintained a stoic look, his vision focused ahead. You looked down at the ground. His feet were dragging, as if he was bored. The two of you spent the rest of the walk in silence.

Once you guys got home, you shrugged off your light jackets and placed your shoes on the rug next to the door. You walked to the kitchen while Jonah beelined for the bedroom.

“Babe, you want anything?” You asked, busying yourself at the coffee machine.

“No,” he called out, “I need to leave for work, I’ll get something there.” He walked out, changed into his button down and dress pants. You grabbed him a banana anyways, just to console yourself that he would eat. As he walked up to grab it from you, and you went to give him a kiss on the cheek as well. Then something extremely out of character for Jonah happened. He swerved his head, pulling it back before you could kiss him. You stood there, in disbelief, barely registering the fact that he also threw away the banana on the way out.

You decided you had a lot of thinking to do, so proceeded to call in sick from work to have a day to yourself.

Jonah’s POV:

I don’t know when it happened. I don’t love her anymore. Why? Because the sparks we have dulled over time. She s so set in a routine and won’t bring herself out of it. It feels like chore each and everyday waking up and spending a day with her. Work is my escape at this point. I just can’t bring myself to say I love her, or indulge in her kisses or touch like I used to. I think it’s time to end it.

Y/N POV:

You spent all day on the couch with a cup of coffee, sitting and thinking. This kind about the past two weeks. Jonah had become more distance, turning his back to you while the two of you slept, remaining rigid and upright whenever you tried to cuddle him instead of relaxing into you like he usually did, and then the biggest things. Not saying he loved you back, and the dreaded swerved kiss. Maybe he didn’t love you. It was at that moment that your eyes filled with tears, and also the moment that he came home. You wiped your tears and quickly convinced yourself that maybe he was just busy with work. Yes, that’s it. It was still fairly early in the year, but he was expecting a project any day now. He entered the house and removed his coat and shoes. “Hey honey, how was your day?” You asked, getting up and turning the stove on so that dinner would heat up.

“It was ok, nothing special.” Those were the last words you said to each other for at least an hour. The two of you ate in silence, and Jonah sat and watched TV while you read your book. Around 10:30, you bookmarked and closed your book so that you could get ready for bed. You walked over to Jonah to kiss him again, but he dodged, again.

You said nothing and walked away. You started crying and turned around to face Jonah.

“Jonah, what the fuck is going on.” Your voice was level but dripping with rage and sadness. He stood up to walk to the bedroom, and told you in passing.

“I don’t love you anymore.”

You thought you felt your heart physically break. The moment the words left his mouth, you knew this was a long time coming. The rage in you overcame any emotion at that point.

Your voice terrifyingly calm, you said "Get out."

Of course your entire being longed for an explanation, but you were to emotional then. You stood there, staring him down, tears streaming from your eyes, watching him as he stood up and collected a bag of his things. You followed him to the door. Shut it behind him, and thats when you broke down sobbing.