after everything you’ve both been through together, you never knew that nick could be capable of hurting you like this.

because yes, you messed up. and you knew that.

but, it came from a place of love — of wanting to help him.

you thought you were doing the right thing, and when it turns out you’ve only just fucked up — badly — you tried to come clean and be honest.

you’d been clear from the repetitive apologies that you’d uttered — and the tears — that you loved him truly, and that you never wanted to hurt him.

but, nick didn’t see it that way — he saw it as betrayal.

and it’s almost like he becomes a whole other person — someone who became plenty capable to hurt you, just as bad.

being hurtful to you is one thing, but to kiss sofia — a girl you felt insecure and jealous of because of the fact that you thought there was something going on between them — right in front of you? making sure that you saw, to hurt you just as much, if not more?

that tore you apart.

and when you saw him leaving with her — sofia was really just taking him outside to calm down — you couldn’t handle it anymore.

after leaving, barely able to hold back your sobs, you spend your time driving around in your car, sobbing more and practically hyperventilating through your tears and cries.

but, by the time you get home in the rain, dress soaked, clinging to your body, and makeup smudged, you find him standing outside the building of your apartment.

it seems that he’s realized the damage he’s done.

it only has that flashback of how he kissed another girl in front of you — just to get back at you — appearing back in your mind, before your eyes.

and god, does it hurt.

just looking at him hurts.