"i didn't pack any clothes up, i just put the clothes that i took from the house earlier this week back." she admits, her lips hovering over my lips. i stood there dumbfounded before she looks back up and pushes her lips on mine. "uh, i," she stammered, looking down at the floor. before i could, billie grabbed my arm and turned me back around. i hand it to her and rush to sit back down. I quickly raise my arms and take it off, leaving me in small shorts and a sports bra. i could feel my cheeks flush red from embarrassment. billie noticed and raised her eyebrows at me. I got up and was about to look for it, before i realized that i had it on. i look at her and she looked back but with an unreadable expression. "i, um, i cant find my favorite hoodie." she spoke, her jewelry moving with her. "y/n." billie spoke, making shivers run down my spine. what was surprising was when i heard her footsteps come towards the sofa. i heard billie rummaging upstairs, grabbing her jewelry and probably having to go into my closet to get her clothes from there too.Īfter a while, i heard her shoes walk down the steps. I heard the door open and i didnt flinch how i use to, and i continue eating my tube of ice cream. at first, when billie came to get stuff i didnt want to seem depressed, but after a while i just gave no fucks. I sat on the sofa with my legs crossed, slightly biting my nails while i was watching pretty little liars and eating chunks of ice cream. i wish she didn't have such a lifeless face because maybe then i could see her emotions. i couldnt even look at her, my heart would ache seeing her. to say i was broken was an understatement.
we had broken up last week and today she was finally starting to pack the rest of her clothes. I sat in my living room, waiting for billie to come through the door. U know what i just realized? i always said a part 2 would come for some imagines and bitch i lied.
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