#bvs doj

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. That’s what they say in times of stress. I can breathe my emotions away. Lex stood at the door, watching me breathe in and out. I looked up with him through the tears. He looked cold, unnerving, like he felt no emotion about it.

“I’m sorry Y/N”

“Please, just- stay. Please” I begged.

Tears flooded down my face, instinctively my hands went up to hide it from him. I fell off the bed, causing me to whimper even more. I crawled my knees up to my chin, tucking myself in against the dresser and bed.

“You can’t- you can’t beg like this” Lex spoke “You should have known this was coming”

“I didn’t, you know im bad at reading signs. How was I supposed to believe the paparazzi pictures when all you do is tell me they’re liars?” I snapped angrily.

I laid back out, officially giving up. Why should I bother trying to do anything to save this relationship when he’s already got a life now with someone else and taken my own with him? He hurt me. I let him into my heart with open arms, loved him endlessly through all his bullshit and this is how he goes. Leaping into another girls’ arms until he no longer gets fulfillment from him that he wants and dumps her again.

“You’ve got a few months to get your things and move out. Get your’ Lex haphazardly pointed me up and down ‘things together and go”.

I looked up at him. No words to say. Nothing. Why should I waste my breath?