Hello! This is a sad one (trigger warning lol) Two more chapters after this!

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(Isabelle's POV)

The door shutting behind me caused a loud bang to echo throughout the house. I was out of breath and honestly a total mess. My eyes had red rings around them and my cheeks were stained with tears.

I have never cried over a boy

Never in my life had I thought that a boy was worth my tears. Some didn't even deserve my time.

But I gave him both.

I gave him every minute of tonight. And when I realized that I was to far in to climb out, I gave him my tears.

I ran from the party. I ran from him.

I don't know the exact moment the tears started to come. All I knew was that I started that run feeling like I made a good decision and I got to my doorstep a crying mess.

It was late at night and I feared the door slamming shut had woken up my parents. I tried my hardest to tiptoe up the stairs, down the hallway and into my room.

Once I realized I had successfully gotten inside I collapsed onto my bed.

My dress was ruined, my hair was ruined, my makeup was ruined, and I was ruined.

And I'm so stupid for doing this to myself. But how was I supposed to know?

So stupid for thinking so highly of myself. For thinking that I was so untouchable.

So unlovable.

When love hits you, it hits hard. That's something Simon Lewis has taught me over the course of tonight.

So now I lay on my bed, dreaming of all the boys I met with unrequited love.

I don't know what it feels like to love.

I mean not love like in the movies and books. I like to hope that love in the real world is the same.

I mean, I love my family with everything I have. But that love and the feeling in my chest are two very different loves.

And if I don't know what love feels like then how could I possibly know what heartbreak feels like.

If I were to guess then what I feel would be pretty close to it.

Heartbreak in the movies is the girl crying and the boy throwing things and punching walls and maybe even crying. And I mean, you can look at that and see heartbreak and sadness and breaking apart. You can see it, but you can't possibly feel what they are feeling.

So I'll explain it to you.

It's laying in your bed, at 4 AM, in a ruined dress that you will probably throw out not because it's ruined but because of the memories it has. It's laying in bed, with a dress on with tears in your yes even though it seems like you've cried out your entire body. Yet, the tears still come, even when you tell yourself to stop.

It's feeling hollow. It's wondering what he's doing.

Is he lying in his bed, in a tux that he'll throw out because all he can think about when he looks at it is him dancing in the middle of the road? Is he wondering if it's his fault? Or is he mad and punching walls and yelling? Or maybe it feels just as hollow?

So hollow that if you cut us open you'd fine dusty bones and a small shriveled up heart that's barely beating.

It's finally realizing that you can only cry for so long and feel sad for so long, because eventually you get to the part where you're the one who's yelling and throwing things and then, taking off the dress and ripping it and cutting it.

It's like you believe that if every trace of the night is gone then the memories will be too.

So goodbye dress, goodbye ruined makeup, goodbye shoes. Goodbye ever cursed thing that reminds me of Simon Lewis.

Everything that reminds me of dancing with him, riding dryers with him, and TP'ing houses with him.

Goodbye heartbreak.

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