Inspired by my binge-watching of Twilight, may expand this someday.
“Chuck, please.” You begged him with tears glistening in your eyes, feeling like your whole world is falling apart, like you can no longer breathe without hurting in excruciating pain. Of course, isn’t that what you were supposed to feel when the love of your life tells you he no longer wanted to be with you despite everything you’ve been through?
Chuck Shurley didn’t even look at you, opting to avoid your gaze by glancing at everything else but you, almost as if he was disgusted by you. “I don’t want you, (Y/N), I never did.” He told you in a cold, monotone voice.
“That’s a lie, you can’t be that good of a liar.”
“Maybe I’m just that good.” He said, moving away just as you reached out to grab at his jacket sleeve. “You’re nothing to me, (Y/N). A sad, fragile little human, tugging on my sleeve like a lost child. It makes me sick.”
You shook your head in disbelief, not wanting to let his words sink in, lest they come true. “Why are you doing this, just stop it, please.”
“You mean absolute nothing to me, there’s no point denying that.” He stated bluntly, you wanting so badly to fall to the ground on your knees. “I’m going to leave, and you’ll never see me again, and that will be the end of it.”
“Chuck-” Your hand shot out to clench his hand in your warm ones, him freezing when you made contact. For a moment he looked like he was going to speak, but he only wrenched his hand away from your grasp and turned away, trying hard not to turn back and tell you that he never wanted to leave you.
“Don’t do this to me, please.” With an inaudible shaky breath, Chuck slowly closed his eyes and regained composure before walking away, wiping a stray tear that escaped down his cheek as you fell to your knees behind him, torn apart by the man who once promised you the world.