this is not jojo content, but a little fe3h piece for a change! Sorry it’s a bit unorganised on this blog ;-;
"Say you made your bed you've gotta lie in it
But could you lie to me instead?"
The air was tense, and your stomach churned in the silence as you looked away, to the window outside the dorm room. He had left you in here after he broke things off with you, and you suspect it was to clear out all of your belongings that had been scattered in the room. You had expected this much earlier in the relationship, to be honest; the playboy never spent as much time with someone as he did with you. Perhaps you played him well, as he put it;or maybe, just maybe….
It was all over anyways, as all his flings go. It leaves a bitter taste of regret in your mouth knowing that you had fell for his advances, allowed yourself to be vulnerable around him, allowed yourself to begin to believe that you were more than just a fling to him. Just like all the other girls he loved. You sighed into the empty air, if only to hear something over the deafening silence.
You couldn't stay here until he came back. That may be more wounding to your pride than him cutting the relationship short (because you were fun while you lasted). Through the sadness, regret, humiliation, you felt petty anger rise and bubble through your veins. As if he had a right to treat you like this, like a disposable object of his affections? Disposable, yes, he let you feeling disposable. You felt cheated, robbed of the sweet nothings he whispered to you in the dead of night. You were just another notch on these fucking bed posts, another girl that will have to brave pitiful looks from friends and hungry looks of men- all because you were once again available, and once again alone.
You rose from the bed, and the tears that budded in your eyes now rolled down onto the floor. You sniffled and rose your head in a pitiful attempt to hold the tears back. At least until you get to your dorm, until you got to the sanctuary of your own quarters. You had a prestige to uphold, after all. The shirt that Sylvain had so carelessly thrown off you last night lied precariously off the bed, and you reached out tentatively, brushing your hands over the fabric of your uniform.
The lip balm that you left on his dresser, the shampoo he said he was addicted to, the necklace he gifted you-
You let the top drop to the ground as you let it go. And it felt good to tear the necklace off and throw it at the bed. You wiped your eyes and held your head high, walking out of the room without a second thought. You wouldn't miss them too terribly.
"So you will miss me when I'm gone"