months after you two broke up, mr. young & rich comes back into your life, ready to ruin it all over again.
getting out of bed, you fall back into the warm pillows as getting up was a struggle. after ricky left, you could describe your life as a living hell. the worst part was, when you broke up he didn’t even tell you in person. ricky sent you a text saying he had packed his things and left without a trace.
you didn’t know where he went, or why he even left in the first place. things between you both were fine, you never fought or had issues as a couple. if so, then why did he have to end things?
your heart starts to pound, reminiscing old memories of ricky and yourself living in this apartment. it used to be so lively, but now it feels empty. everytime you wake up, you unconsciously wrap your hands around the other side of the bed, thinking ricky is still in between your arms.
your friends & family tried to console you over phone calls, but it was no use. to be frank, you couldn’t get over him. nothing could repair your heart once it was broken.
sighing, you finally bring yourself to the bathroom and brushed your teeth, feeling fatigued as ever. silence filled your ears as you made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a bite before spending the whole day being lazy.
checking your phone, it was 3 am. this is when your days started, due to your sleep schedule being messed up from crying about your stupid ex all day.
feeling ashamed to admit it, after ricky left, his bank details were still saved on your phone. you’ve been basically stealing his money for the past two months and used it to pay the bills, buy groceries and so forth.
“queen sh*t.” you muttered to yourself, ordering a whole feast for yourself after opening your fridge, finding absolutely nothing but a slice of bread. of course, you justified buying a whole family-sized meal for yourself because it wasn’t your money, infact, it was ricky’s.
that backstabber always told you what he had was yours, so maybe that still applies even though you’re not together anymore? whatever, his problem.
you flipped your hair as the doorbell rang, making your way towards the door. you licked your lips at the thought of getting ready to munch on some fried chicken, but this soon changed when you met a familiar face, causing you to panic.
once the door had opened, ricky stood in front of your face that was filled with confusion. were you dreaming? was this real?
ricky enters the apartment, leaving you dumbfounded. the dark apartment sets the scene, making it feel like you’ve just seen a ghost.
“what are you doing in my apartment. get out, creep!”
you made your way towards ricky, who was making himself at home on your couch. you were so ready to punch him in the face, but his strong-arms pulled you closer to him.
“haven’t i been paying for your expenses for two months? should i report you to the police for ‘stealing’ my money, y/n?”
his smug smirk appears as your soul leaves your body. he knew?
“well! why did you literally break into my apartment when you broke up with me?”
you couldn’t help but notice how much ricky has changed since you last saw him. in 2 months, his whole appearance and attitude were different. his black hair was now dyed to a brassy-blonde colour and his clothes now reflected his new personality alot more. it was scandalous, yet why did he still look as good as ever? god.
a musky aroma drifted into the air as you realised ricky had changed. he used to smell like strawberries, but now all that your nose could detect was the strong scent of cigarettes.
“if you keep staring at me up and down, i’m gonna assume you haven’t gotten over me. am i correct?”
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