ππ π¦ππ§ π’π‘ π§ππ ππππ π’π πππ¦ πππ, staring at the screen of his phone. her contact still read you. no heart. no nickname. jus plain, cold you. you had left hours ago, after another fight that started with nothing and exploded into everything.
β you love me too hard david.β she had said, tears in her voice. β you donβt know when to stop. you just donβt let me breathe.β
he didnβt responded. he ainβt know how. he jus watched her slam the door, taking the warmth with her. now, tyler, the creatorβs βIFHYβ was looping in the background. every word stabbed.
βI fucking hate you, but I love you.β yea... that was him rn.
dd didnβt hate her. he hated how much power she had. how she could flip his whole mood with a look. how heβd go from wanting to give her diamonds to wanting to never see her againβjust because she made him feel too much.
grabbing his hoodie, he stepped into the night. the air was sharp, but not sharper than her silence. he walked fast, not thinking, jus feeling. the beat of the city couldnβt drown out what was in his head, her voice, her laugh, her walking away.
he was so zoned out he ainβt even notice he was at her door, he second guessed himself but he eventually knocked on the door.