"I'm done!"

Those two words. The words that destroyed the relationship you had once relished in. The words that cut off a man that you had come to love.

Three more words fell out of his mouth, not only taking your heart out, but also ridding you of any love you had felt before.

"Then just leave!"

You followed his advice. You packed all of your things, leaving his apartment without a single trace. It hurt, you weren't going to lie. It hurt very bad. But if you had a relationship built on lies rather than love, you wanted no part of it.

You had pledged to rid Sebastian Stan from your mind and heart.

That was three weeks ago.

And you were already doing very well.

Sebastian, on the other hand, wasn't too great.

He was lonely, to say the least. He had made too many mistakes, but the biggest one was letting you go. He knew how wonderful you made him feel, and sure as hell loved everything about you, but ultimately failed to realize how much of an impact you had made on his life. Without you there, he was finally able to see how great it was when you were there.

The last thing you were expecting was your ex boyfriend to show up at your doorstep.

"Hello." He said quietly, looking over your features with a solemn expression. He was trying his hardest to not kiss the life out of you, or grin at how close you were to him.

"What do you want." You stated, the questioning side of it failing to show. Your jaw set and you prepared for a lot of screaming.

"Can I come in?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Why are you even here?"

"Can I just come in?!" His voice rose slightly, but he was quick to control it. You narrowed your gaze at him before turning on your heel and leaving the door open, non verbally inviting him inside.

"Thank you." He mumbled, closing the door.

"Why are you here?" You asked again, sitting on the couch. He fiddled with his hands a bit before answering.

"Because I miss you."

You stared at him blankly, concealing the way your heart leapt in your chest.

"Sounds like a personal problem." You spoke emotionlessly.

"Please, (Y/N)-"

"Don't beg for me back, Sebastian." You said dangerously. "I don't fucking care if you get on your knees and whine for five years- you treated me like shit, and I'm not dealing with it again."

"You don't think I know that?" Tears began to gather in his eyes as he scoffed. "I know I did wrong, okay?! I'm a fucking dumbass; I don't know what to tell you! But I realized my mistake, and I can't go on if you're not there! I'm sorry!"

"

Just shut up, Sebastian." You said, trying to blink back your tears. "I don't need excuses."

"Don't you remember any of what we had?" He sat next to you, a tear running down his cheek. "Don't you remember how great it was? I remember how you managed to elbow me in the nose the first time we fell asleep on my couch, I remember how you'd always managed to get up before me and make something for breakfast, I remember how you liked my shirts better than your own, and most of all, I remember how you never failed to make me fall in love with you every single day, even when I wasn't treating you the way you deserved. And I'm sorry for that, you have to beleive me."

You sniffled and wiped away a tear before turning to him.

"Want to know what I remember? I remember you leaving all the time to film. I remember you coming home and not wanting to be around me. I remember you telling me that I need to back off." Your voice began to raise. "I remember, after hours and hours of work, I would come home to your sorry ass! And I remember how I should've hated you for all of it, but I kept telling myself that you were just tired, just stressed out! And instead of seeing what was right in front of me...." Tears were streaming down your face, "Instead of seeing everything... I... I still loved you. And I hate myself for it."

Sebastian had silent tears flooding from his eyes, the bright blue now infected with an irritated red.

"I'm sorry." He croaked. "I was a fucking idiot. I love you so much."

"Get out."

"What?" His voice was laced with so much despair, you closed your eyes so you wouldn't have to see his face.

"Please go."

He was silent for a few moments, then stood and began walking towards the door. However, he stopped in his tracks and turned back around, pointing a finger at you.

"You know what? No!" He shouted. "I'm not leaving, and I'm not giving up!"

"Get out!" You shouted back.

"I'm can't walk out on you!"

"Then run! I don't fucking care!"

"Why can't we just forgive and forget?!"

"Because I can never forget how you made me feel!"

"And what was that, huh?!"

"It was... it was everything! It was sadness and abandonment, and happiness, and love, and this rush I felt whenever I saw you! And, Jesus Christ, to think it was so great, then to loose it! Do you know how that feels?!"

You sobbed, dropping your once flailing hands to your side.

"Do you know how it feels to have your finally mended heart just... ripped out again?" You choked out.

He looked at you with utter despair, then suddenly took your face and crashed your lips into his. It was quite amazing, how much you had actually missed his kiss. You let yourself melt into him for a moment before pushing him away with a sob.

"I do." He whispered. "I do know what it feels like." He ran a shaky hand through his hair. "I know what it feels like to love someone so much, you have no idea what to do with it. I know how it feels to be on top of the world. I know how it feels to be so frustrated with everything that not even your love can keep you from being a monster. I know how it feels to hate yourself for treating someone you love badly. I know how it feels to stupidly let them go.... I know how it feels to love someone you could've had, but you went and fucked it up."

You looked at him for a second, then slowly embraced his shaking body, burying your face in his neck as your sobs died down.

"I know how it feels to love someone you could've forgiven." You whispered.

"No," He whispered back, "you know hoe it feels to love the unforgivable."

You pulled away and looked into his eyes, one of your hands holding his cheek.

"Then we'll be unforgivable together." You whispered.

"Okay."

He leaned forward,  his lips meeting yours again, the severed relationship finally being mended.