(short ass story) dependency : e.w x reader
Context: Letters that the reader gave Ellie after their breakup. The reader is an aspiring chef. And Ellie is an unemployed woman :))
Warning: toxic, vulgar language, not proofread,
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“I miss the eyes that looked at me with love. And now you look at me like you had enough.”
“y/n” ellie laughed as she lifted you up the air. those eyes that you loved so dearly, were now forever lost in a void that you could never be able to reach for.
“I’m sorry, I was tired. Everything that happened to us, felt like it was my fault.”
“All of my sentences are possibly all cliches, but you only loved me, because I was there… when no one pleased you in the darkest of nights, took care of you in the lightest of days, and when i loved you, when it was hard to love you.”
“And to understand you, when it was hard to understand you.”
“ ‘cause supposedly, that’s what love should have been. right? “
“This is fucking crazy.” Ellie threw her hands up in the air feeling as if what you were saying is nonsense. “You have to look for work Ellie… are you fucking- I can’t be there to fend for you all the time!” you screamed as you felt your chest tightened.
“Then fucking leave, alright? I never asked you to fend for me or whatever the fuck that is. I’m going to go in my own pace, how many times have I told you that?!”
“I risked everything for you, but you risked none.”
“I had many dreams, and you crushed every single thing left in to pieces.”
“What the fuck is this?” Ellie asked gripping a plane ticket in her hand. “You’re leaving me?” Ellie’s voice cracked.
“Ofcourse i’m not. Leaving for a while could benefit us, Ellie. I could take care of you longer and I wouldn’t have to worry about financials and… there’s a possibility that I could land you a job there too.”
“I don’t need a fucking job. And you’re not going anywhere.” Ellie spat firmly.
“You don’t understand, Ellie. I landed my dream job. I get to be a fucking chef in a 5 star michelin restaurant. It sounds like a fucking fairytale … aren’t you happy for me? We’ve been dreaming about this since we got together. Don’t tell me you forgot about that too.”
“I don’t fucking care. Now this?” Ellie held the plane ticket high. “Is fucking non-existent now.” Ellie manages to rip the paper in to shreads. “You’re not going anywhere.” Ellie stomps off to her room, looking like a fucking child.
You couldn’t sleep after that. Your dreams were crushed but you knew there was only one way to build yourself back up again. And that was… grabbing a piece of paper and a pen.
“You were not the person that I loved anymore.
You were not the same Ellie Williams that dreamed big.
That had ambition, the same ambition that I had.
We don’t see eachother anymore. Eye-to-eye, is that it?
And it took a lot for me to say this.
But I don’t love you anymore.
You’re too fucking dependant.
You are an uneducated, manipulative, and an ignorant piece of shit.
And I am SO MUCH fucking better than this.
And I can’t grown in to a better person, if i’m stuck with someone who has their foot stuck up in their ass.
I wanted a partner, not a fucking child.
The ticket you ripped, was for you.
I thought it was a chance that I could make you grow in to a better person. But i’m tired.
ps. this is shit but i love drama so i just started writing again. this would probably be my last… again. i’m so sick of writing smuts y’all don’t understand. i just started writing again cause i miss my gf.
(this was in my drafts for a long time)
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