Summary: After their break up, Grayson and Y/N spend the next two years living their life in very different ways, both still in love with each other. Within those two years, their lives intertwine more than once, leading to memories and emotions surfacing all the while Grayson has to pretend to be happy about Y/N being with someone else. However, looking too closely, Grayson will learn not everything is as it seems.
Warnings: fluff, angst, abuse
„I think we need to break up.“
Those words left his lips reluctantly, agonizingly slow and quietly. Y/N blinked fast, trying to wake herself up from this nightmare. She never thought Grayson would leave, not after everything they’ve been through, not after everything they promised each other.
And they made a lot of promises both truly wanted to keep.
„If that’s what you want.“ Her voice is barely above a whisper, words strained.
‘No, it’s really not.’ Grayson thought, feeling a crack in his heart appear and tear down what he and Y/N worked hard to build. He wanted her to fight him on it, to say they can work things out. Instead, he got that. She was giving up on them; the same girl who doesn’t know the definition of giving up on people.
Grayson couldn’t answer without his voice breaking, so he opted to press his lips together in a thin line, lean his elbows on his knees, look down at the white fluffy carpet Y/N helped him choose and then give the slightest of nods.
Although quiet, Y/N’s heartbreak echoed in her mind like a bomb went off in her chest and the effect spread throughout her body soon after. It crushed her completely, yet she kept a straight face and stared ahead without blinking.
As heavy as her heart felt, her body was dead weight at this point. She forced herself to stand, surprised she could at all. There was no resistance on Grayson’s part no matter how badly she wished for it. She knew him staring at that carpet was his way of letting her know he’s sorry just as much as her hand reaching for his shoulder was her way of letting him know she is too.
However, she didn’t simply reach for his shoulder. Her hand moved to his neck, rubbing her thumb up and down his warm skin before leaning in. Her lips pressed against his cheekbone, unable to touch the actual cheek in his position. Grayson tenses, holding his breath. She felt it under her fingertips. She felt him stop breathing with the touch of her lips upon his skin and she knew he didn’t want this. Not really. But he didn’t voice that and she wasn’t about to press him to fight for her.
If this is what he needs, it’s what she’ll give him.
Retracting her hand and lips, Y/N takes her bag and moves toward the door without daring to look back.
Grayson couldn’t do the same. He watched her walk away, staring at her back while praying she turns around and runs to his embrace.
Y/N walked through those doors and it’s the last time Grayson saw her in the next five months.
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