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Exo Reaction to Their Girlfriend Running Away From Their Relationship

I am so sorry this sat for so long, but I had no motivation to tackle this because I had a feeling it would be a long one. Forgive me Legionnaires. 

I am going to be a little more vague about her reasons. Pretty much none of them are going to know where she went or why. It makes it easier in a way. 

Also, a mild trigger warning for people with abandonment issues. As one of those people, I’d appreciate the warning. I have had people leave me at every turn of my life, so this topic kind of hit me hard. Probably another reason I was avoiding it so much. 


He had began to grow worried when she hadn’t responded to any of his texts in a twelve hour period. It was so unlike her, but he had convinced himself that she had simply been busy or checked and then forgot to answer later. However, the truth became clearer when he got home that day. 

Their apartment was void of her presence. Anything that had belonged to her was gone. All of her pictures taken off the walls and removed from their frames. It was like she had never set foot here, except for the small note elegantly written that had been left on the countertop. It only said one sentence and those four words made his stomach sink. 

He didn’t understand what had gone wrong. They had been so happy. They had just planned to go to the beach that weekend. They had a life together, but she had thrown it away for no reason that was clear to him.  

Move on without me.


He had tried calling her three times that day and she hadn’t answered any of his texts either. It wasn’t that big of a deal, she had probably gotten busy. Chanyeol decided that he would swing by her place later. 

When he got to her door and tried to use the keys she had given him, neither of them worked. He stood there confused, his brow twisted as he wondered why she would have changed the locks. His mind was going through all the ways she could have possibly forgotten to tell him as he knocked on the door, hoping she was home. 

“Are you looking for the young woman who lived there?” someone asked him. He turned and saw an old woman from the apartment across from hers. He nodded, raising his brow at the tense she had used. “She up and left today, moving everything out and taking off. She broke her lease too. The Landlord was not happy.” 

“Where did she go?” Chanyeol asked with widened eyes. 

“Back home was all she said.” 


Yesterday she had been laughing and confessed that she loved him with a blush on her face. Today she was missing. Her apartment was abandoned, but she had left so much behind in her rush. 

Jongdae looked around, his mouth firmly pressed into a line. His eyes spotted a stuffed animal sitting on top of her television and he smiled at it sadly, picking it up into his hands. The eyes of a sad puppy stared back at him; he was surprised she had left it behind, knowing how much she had loved it when he won it for her. 

He set it back down and then walked to her couch, sitting down as he let out a sigh. Jongdae felt like someone had punched a hole into his gut and the air he breathed seemed thin. His hands tightened into fists as he looked around, his mind slowly processing that she was gone and there was nothing he could do to bring her back. 


She had been gone for three days and it still didn’t feel any different. He kept on texting her even though the little red exclamation mark would appear next to his messages. He knew her phone had been disconnected, but he kept trying anyways. It was the only thing he could do. 

He avoided their apartment, knowing she had left so much of her stuff behind. Kai had been staying with Suho, trying not to think about the empty space on the bed beside him. He couldn’t stop himself, no matter how hard he tried. 

Her absence was like being homesick. He felt like someone had pulled the rug out from under his feet and he couldn’t keep his balance anymore. He only began to realise on the morning of the fourth day that it was because he had no idea how to go home anymore. 

She had always been the place where he belonged. 


He looked through the endless pictures on his phone of the both of them together, trying their hardest to look cool. He felt the smile come to his lips, but also the lump in the back of his throat. It hurt so fucking much to know that she had left and he didn’t know where she went to. 

He had tried everything; calling her parents, sister, friends, boss, and even her therapist. They all recommended he submit a missing person’s report, but that felt so god damn permanent. The police never helped; it was like creating an official record that told people she was missing and would never be found. 

He had neglected to mention to them that she had taken almost everything that was hers in their apartment. Her clothes, her electronics, her books, hygiene products, and her sketch books. She had simply just left and never said why. He didn’t even realise she was upset. 

He bit his lip as he began to delete the pictures on his phone, hoping the feelings swirling inside would die with them. 



He could feel it. Kyungsoo could hear it. It smothered him, like a blanket laid over his entire body. 

Why would she leave him like this? He couldn’t find an answer, just tears he resented as he looked around. He knew something wasn’t quite right about the way she had responded to his confession of loving her, but he didn’t expect her to throw away everything they had built. How could someone saying the words ‘I love you’ scare another person enough that they would recklessly run away so fast that they didn’t think or care about how the other would get hurt in the process. 

He felt like someone had punched him in the chest, aiming at where he was weak to knock him down. He wasn’t sure how to get back up again. He was just left with the deafening silence of her absence. 


A year had passed since he had found her apartment empty. He was smiles in public, kind and gentle like he usually was, but he neglected to tell anyone that he dwelled on her absence often. It hadn’t hit him like a truck, but had slowly sunk in and became a near constant dull ache in his chest. 

Yixing had honestly hoped he would have moved on just a little, but even exactly a year later that ache was still there. It was like she had died, no closure or contact and he mourned as if she had. They had been engaged and then she had up and left without a word; he had never heard from her since, he didn’t even know if she was still alive or healthy somewhere. 

It was knowing nothing that hurt the most. He felt powerless and frustrated that his feeling still lingered but he couldn’t even check up on her to see if she was okay. She was simply gone, erased from the face of the earth and he had the feeling that he would never get the pleasure of looking into her eyes again. 

Lay walked further into her apartment, having taken over the care of it since she had been gone and looked at the wall full of post it notes he had created. Every time he missed her, he made an effort to come and put one on the wall incase she ever did come home, so she would know how much he cared. He sighed as he grabbed the pad and wrote something quickly, sticking it to the wall and reading the message a few times. 

Baobei, I love you.


Every little thing reminded him of her. He would see someone drinking something she had liked and then he’d be thinking about her for hours. He would see someone with a similar haircut and his chest would explode with hope, only to crash again when he realised that it was not her. 

He was quick to push his feelings away and act like it didn’t bother him as much as it did. Luhan was all smiles until he was alone, then all he thought about was what he could have done differently. He wished he could just apologise for whatever he did and fix the problem, but he couldn’t get in touch with her. 

So he waited, hoping something would change. He tried to pretend like he wasn’t angry about the way she had left, but he was livid. Instead of sorrow, all he had begun to feel was anger at the situation. He wanted to give her a piece of his mind about the way she had just ditched him, but at the same time he just wanted to hold her again. It was simple really, he just wanted her to be back in his life. 


It had been a month without any word other than a text telling him that he needed to move on. How could he just move on without any kind of closure? She had just packed up her stuff and left while he was at rehearsal one day. He had come home to a half empty apartment and got a text three days later. 

Even he wouldn’t ever do something that shitty to someone. 

But he couldn’t forget about her either. He begrudgingly had to admit that he loved her and it was the reason he always felt so heavy now. Everything was more difficult now that she was gone; getting up, getting dressed, eating, dancing, singing, and rapping. Everything.

He felt like someone had chopped of his leg or some other equally useful limb. Sehun needed a crutch but still was in denial about her absence. So, he went through his days pretending not to give a fuck about her leaving but wishing she’d just get over whatever made her leave in the first place and come back.


He was the leader and he would act like it no matter what happened. Even when he walked into their apartment and saw all of her things missing and realised half of his life had been torn away, he swore he would not slack in his duties. So, he cleaned up the mess she had made leaving and then tried to fill some of the empty space by spreading his things out a little. 

He went to work the next day like nothing had happened and didn’t talk about it. Suho didn’t know how to. He couldn’t lay something this heavy on the others when they had performances coming up. He would always listen to their problems but never burden them with his own. 

He avoided his flat as much as possible. He rehearsed longer than normal, visited his parents, ate out, stayed in the dorm or whatever he could do to get away from the space she had vacated without warning. He thought about moving, but couldn’t bring himself to do it incase she came back so he stayed in this state of ignoring his problems and hoping they’d go away on their own. 


When Tao realised she hadn’t come to pick him up from work he knew something was up. She always picked him up, every day. He asked Kris to drive him to their apartment and he went with him to use his bathroom. Tao had not expected to open his apartment door and realise that something was off immediately. 

It was too clean…like someone had gone through the removed a lot of the clutter. But it hadn’t been placed somewhere else, it was just gone. Slowly he realised her sweater that always hung on the back of the kitchen chair was gone and her shoes weren’t in front of the door. Her jackets were gone from the closet and her computer wasn’t on the island countertop. 

It didn’t take him long to process everything was gone and he just simply stood in the middle of the apartment, hands shaking and tears coming to his eyes. He didn’t care if Kris was right there, eyes widened as he looked around and realised she was gone too. 


It was a lot of waiting. Waiting to hear something from the police or her family, waiting for her to come back. He just had to sit there, waiting, and it made him feel so damn useless. 

She had left everything but her clothes and laptop, which made him think she had run off. Xiumin didn’t understand why she’d do that, though. They loved each other, had been together for five years. He didn’t understand why she would just up and leave him. 

His stomach twisted uncomfortably, but he tried to remain calm. There could be one thousand explanations for her sudden departure. A small part of him dwelled on the worst though, knowing there was a chance she had just been unhappy with their life together and left. He hoped not; he prayed he was wrong. 

So he continued to wait for the answer, sitting by his phone and hoping it would ring already.

Wren is Charles Who is Also Aria’s Cousin

Now, I want y'all to bear with me on this. It’s my first ever theory and It’s taken me the whole day to do this and I want all y'alls feedback on it…


Aria Montgomery (Mike’s sister)

Mike Montgomery (Aria’s brother)

Ella Montgomery (Mike and Aria’s Mom//Byron’s Wife)

Byron Montgomery (Mike and Aria’s Dad//Ella’s Husband)

Lola Montgomery (Aria and Mike’s HALF Sister//Byron’s daughter from Meredith (the girl he had an affair with))

Wren Kingston (Aria and Mike’s Cousin//Bethany’s Brother???//Scott’s Son//Byron’s Nephew)???

Scott Montgomery (Byron’s Brother//Wren’s Dad???)

Bethany Young (Byron’s Niece//Scott’s Daughter//Mike and Aria’s cousin//Wren’s Sister???)

It’s proven that Wren has hit on the PLL’s except Emily (she likes girls lol) and Aria (maybe that’s because they are related??) AND Wren said that mental illness runs in the family (his dad has schizophrenia (mental illness))…weird, because Byron said the exact same thing (about mental illness running in the family)

Now, for some odd reason, Aria was never harmed by Charles as much as the other girls. While the rest of the Liars are often attacked and physically hurt, Aria’s problems usually involve the boys she dates.

I mean, come on! Aria’s absence from the list of all the things Charles has done to them says it all…

Wait, hold up. Remember when Aria was being chased by Charles and he covered her with a plastic sheet and stapled her to the wall? Yeah, turns out that Charles was only interested in getting Mona’s laptop. He didn’t even bother to knock her out.

Lastly, the dollhouse family. (This was when they were in the dollhouse) As you know, when the Liars were in the dollhouse, they had individual rooms that replicated their bedrooms and had all their belongings in it. Only Aria had a picture of Charles’ family in her room. Except the blonde girl, they don’t look like the DiLaurentis family at all. Nor do they look like the Montgomery’s.

We don’t know what happened to Scott Montgomery. I personally think that he is Harold Crane (the proper creepy guy that was the Rosewood High School’s janitor AND was also the innkeeper of the Lost Woods Resorts) but Harold Crane is a cover name. For all we know Scott is probably dead, he could be in a nut house, he could have children before he lost it.

Maybe Charles was one of the children and his picture in Aria’s room was a reminder that they’re family. Charles does not appear very sane himself. Mental illness is hereditary. He could have inherited it from his father.

Scott is Harold Crane who I believe has Schizophrenia which is a mental illness that Wren was talking about and also what Byron was talking about.

So, Scott’s son is Charles who is Wren but thinks he’s Charles because he has Schizophrenia which he inherited from his father who is Scott that is also Harold Crane.

Someone reblogged this saying Schizophrenia is NOT a split personality disorder. So I apologize for getting that wrong.

For those who don’t know what Schizophrenia is;

Schizophrenia is a brain disorder that affects the way a person behaves, thinks, and sees the world. People with schizophrenia often have an altered perception of reality. They may see or hear things that don’t exist, speak in strange or confusing ways, believe that others are trying to harm them, or feel like they’re being constantly watched. This can make it difficult to negotiate the activities of daily life, and people with schizophrenia may withdraw from the outside world or act out in confusion and fear.

Although schizophrenia is a chronic disorder, there is help available. With support, medication, and therapy, many people with schizophrenia are able to function independently and live fulfilling lives.

I apologize for not having any of the scenes up I’m too lazy lol.