The boy was the first one to wake up, his head slightly spinning from the alcohol consumed the night before. His eyes landed on the sleeping girl next to him, one of the most beautiful sights he has ever seen before. It amused him how peaceful she looks, almost innocent. Deciding to let her sleep, he got up sliding his sweatpants on before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Once the task was done, he made his way down into to kitchen. He wasn’t sure if the girl still ate the similar things for breakfast, so he decided to make pancakes, eggs, and crepes just in case. 

Adrien found himself singing a song he had composed right after the breakup, as his nerves grew bigger anticipating her reaction. “ Every night I almost call you just to say it always will be you. Wherever you are.” He decorated the table for the occasion. Strawberries were freshly cut, fresh orange juice and what not. He wanted to make everything unique and at least show her he was trying.


Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.