Even though bạn try, it’s obvious that bạn don’t suceed. The tears run down your already tear-stained cheeks as bạn clutch the covers even tighter to your body. bạn inwardly yelled at yourself - ashamed that you’re still crying. bạn don’t want to be, but bạn just can’t help it. Sniffling, bạn bury your face into the cái gối, gối and this movement causes Justin’s familiar cologne to fill your nosestrils. bạn look over at his side of the giường and although bạn know what’s waiting - your tim, trái tim still sinks when bạn notice it’s empty.

You and Justin had a huge fight and when bạn look back...

bạn sit beside Justin on the couch, laptop on your lap while bạn scroll through your timeline on Twitter. Not finding anything interesting, bạn switch over to going through your mentions. A smile finds its way to your lips as bạn read through the tweets at the top, all of them flattering compliments. Your smile instantly turns into a frown however when bạn continue to read and find aq lot of rather hateful messages.

“@y/t/n is so ugly… I don’t understand why Justin is with her”
“@y/t/n ever thought about trying a diet? I don’t think it’d hurt. Lol”
“@y/t/n just kill yourself...