*warning*
Some sexual parts, but very vague, alcohol
And suicide
Y/n pov
I look in the mirror, and I can't see myself.
I haven slept or ate, my phone is just blowing up non stop but all I hear is my cries which is the only comfort I have. I lost everything because I wasn't good enough. He wouldn't have cheated if I was good enough. I always tried to make him happy and support him in his group, but meeting him Was what killed me.
