〔 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍!𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼!𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀!𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀!𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗅, 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅!𝖺𝗎 〕

𝐓𝐖: 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥.

❝ 𝐀𝐢𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 . . . ❞

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Did he care?

Did he ever think about how you felt? Did he ever looked back twice at you? The answer is no. He never did. Yet, somehow, you managed to keep falling for him again and again and again . . .

As much as you denied your feelings, it only made you feel worse. More than the alcohol, drugs, and messed up sleep schedule you have. You stared blankly at the ectacsy in your hand. A happy pill that takes your worries away in a minute, unlike therapy.

But every time you take it, it still didn’t take your mind away. It just made you roll with the feelings you have for him. As the effects kicked in, the thoughts take over.

Abel. Abel Tesfaye.

The high school stoner that was barely at school and always at parties. Women threw themselves at him, falling in love then getting their heart back in pieces. To be honest, you were no different.

Despite this, there was something about him. No matter how much he ignored you, something made you fall for him — even if he was no good for you, like a drug. It feels amazing at first, but you feel terrible after. But that’s when it occurred to you.

He never really cared.

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You probably looked dumb as hell right now, zoning out into space with your mouth slightly open. The party was crowded and everyone was high and faded, strong smell of weed wafting through the house as balloons float around.

Getting up, you go into the kitchen to grab a cup of water. Leaning against the counter before taking a sip. This party was too much for you. Suddenly, a slightly deep yet soft voice spoke up next to you.

“I told that bitch to not fall in love with me . . .” He said under his breath as his eyes were slightly red, drinking out his red solo cup.

It was Abel.