Lewis x Reader
Warnings: Bad jokes, break ups fluff.
(I tried writing it from a new perspective. Tell me what you think. ‘Stop there and let me correct it I wanna live a life from a new perspective.’ I’m sorry I’ll stop.)
(Y/n) sat in the corner of the room.Tears stained her pale (s/c) face. Who knew how long she had been in the corner, it could have been weeks, months, even years. At least that how (Y/n) felt how long she had been there. It didn’t even matter in (Y/n)’s book anymore, time was irrelevant. Time wouldn’t stop the pain she felt. Neither would the tears nor the forgotten pale of melted mint chocolate chip ice cream on the other side of the room. It was almost like she wanted to feel the pain, to feel her sadness more than she already had before. It wasn’t fair for her to feel the pain of something that wasn’t her fault, but this was her way of coping.