i have no idea what this is. so, uh. yeah. just look at the beautiful picture above, maybe it'll make this imagine better.

probably not.

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i sat down staring at the bland white wall while processing everything that just took place. ethan came over with tears filling his brown greenish eyes asking if we could talk.

"i'm sorry, y/n, i just can't love you anymore. i really want too," he cries out. "i just-i can't lov-" tears leave his eyes as he speaks.

i remain frozen with my eyes trained on the ground. i was hurt, but in this moment i felt numb. i tried to open my mouth but it wouldn't open.

"please say something," he went on. with every word he spoke, the more he broke down, the more my heart broke.

"i-i don't know what you want me to say," i look over at him and we make eye contact. his once bright eyes were filled with sadness.

"anything, i just don't want to seem like the bad guy here. it's what's best for us," he runs a hand though his dark locks and sighs while trying to wipe away his tears.

"the bad guy? you are the bad guy!" my eyes begin to fill with tears and the sadness starts to sink in. i thought that ethan and i would be together for a long time, but everyone knows how 'forever' is short lived. "you're the one breaking up with me! i don't want this, you do! i hate you," i sob.

"no, no," he immediately says and takes my hands in his. i throw his hands off of me and cry more than i ever have.

"get off!" i shouted weakly. "i hate you! i hate you!"

"princess," he sobs. "you're breaking my heart. please stop."

"why, ethan? why are you breaking up with me?"

"because y/n, you're become something! look at you! you're doing what you love best, you got your dream job. you're moving to new york. im staying in la with grayson, and i can't go with you, baby. i don't want to be the thing that holds you back. you deserve more than m-"

"don't you dare!" i point my finger at him. "don't you dare say that you aren't enough for me. because you have made me the happier person in the world! you are enough for me, ethan!" i say.

"look at us," he chuckles as we're seated on my bed with salty tears running down our faces.

"yeah," i whisper and chuckle with him. "so what does this mean?"

"i don't know, y/n. i don't know."