1990

The time you and Sebastian had shared together was lovely, well to a mild extent that was. The both of you started out loving and sweet but he just turned cold to you. It was like he was constantly mistreating you, ignoring you, and treating you like you didn’t exist. The only reason he was like that was because he knew that you would stay with him no matter what he did. You put up with it for a while until you just couldn’t take it anymore.

It turned into an emotionally hurtful argument in which he was saying things that you never thought he would say. He claimed he didn’t need you and that it was all a lie but deep down he knew he would be lost without you. He claimed that the whole relationship was a lie, him saying that on its own was a lie though. He just had became a different person lately and had a cocky ego that you’d be the one coming back after you left him. He was wrong.

Months had gone by after the breakup, life was better, you found a new joy and didn’t think about Sebastian but once every now and then. You still had love for him but just not the type of love that made you want to stay with him. You couldn’t deny whenever you’d see him on a magazine cover that your mind would flood with the sweet nostalgia of the once good relationship.

Sitting in your home by yourself one evening, you got a call. You thought that it was kind of late to receive a call but you still picked up the phone anyway. Completely unaware of who it is you couldn’t help but worry a little bit due to the fact the person wasn’t saying anything, but then again it was probably some kids prank calling. All up until you heard that voice.

Sebastian: “Sugar, it’s me, I’m sorry for what I put you through love.”

Sebastians voice, slurring of course. He was sitting around thinking about you and all the times you and him once spent together. He had a good thing, he shouldn’t have let you go. It was probably too late to try to make things right but he was fueled with liquor and hope.