The harsh morning light forced its way inbetween the curtains. The beams of lights hitting your eyes forced them open. A rough sound came from the depths of your chest; a groan. Your head was pounding, it was like an attack from the devil himself - What could you have possible done to deserve this pain?!

And, then that’s when you realised…

Shit.

You weren’t at home.

*Your eyes glanced around the unfamiliar room; it was a mess. Clothes were thrown all over, and empty bottles littered the ground. *

A soft sound came from beside you, pulling your attention back up. Beside you laid a petite girl, her eyes shut, but fluttering in the light. She was pretty; you couldn’t deny that. But, she wasn’t Myusa. Nobody could compare to Myusa.

Shit.

She definitely wouldn’t take you back if she found out.

If you ever said your relationship with Myusa was perfect, you’d 100% be lying. Whilst she was amazing: Beautiful, caring, and totally hilarious. You were both as quick as eachother to snap, which led to more than a few arguments.

But, it’d never gotten this bad.

Seriously, cheating, Y/n?! What a rookie move.

You quickly moved; a realisation hitting you. Reaching for your phone, your heart dropped at the sight; a message from Myusa, sent at 2:45am

“I’m so sorry about earlier baby. I was being dramatic. Come home? I miss you:(“

Shit.