A Strange Place | Stranger Things One Shots |

Don't Look Back |Sad Eddie|

(Listen to the song above on repeat for emotional damage. I bawled writing this.)

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"It's over. I just don't love you anymore. I'm sorry Y/n."

I knew it was bound to happen. It was just a matter of time. I never understood how I managed to snatch him up in the first place, much less keep him for as long as I have. I was one of his many lost sheep he found and rounded up into his herd. And just somehow down the line I fell for him, and I thought he fell for me.

All it took was one weed deal during lunch and she had him hooked. The beautiful Chrissy Cunnigham that is. The Sweetheart of Hawkins High. I saw their constant glances at each other. I saw the way she would blush when we passed her in the halls. It was when I caught them talking at her locker the sinking feeling in my chest settled. He never smiled that way at me. I knew then I was in for a losing battle. Because honestly there was no competing with Chrissy Cunnigham. She's perfect. But I was still willing to try. And I did. I wore the jeans he liked more. I started fixing my hair up more, wearing the perfume he bought me, always telling him much he meant to me, and yet he still slipped away more and more.

He'd leave lunch early so he could get to class on time, they were meeting in the woods. The days of him sneaking in my room on school nights, ceased to exist as he had "business to take care of," when really he was picking her up from cheer practice. He no longer held my hand in the halls or offered to walk me to class. On Tuesday nights I'd watch him constantly gaze at the doors of The Hideout as he and the band performed, he was waiting for her to show. The days of him showing up at Family Video to surprise me, came few to none. Sex became a thing of the past, never letting our make outs go any further than neck kisses and the occasional groping. I don't really know if they ever had sex while were together, or if he just felt guilty. But I wasn't stupid. I knew I was losing him. I guess I just held on to the hope in the end, he would choose me.

News flash, he didn't.

That Saturday night replays over and over in my head like a broken record.

I was on the floor of my living room. The carpet burned my knees as I cried into his legs begging him stay.

He stared down at me with tears in his eyes. His hands up in surrender as he just watched on not knowing what to do or say.

"Just...please get off the floor." He choked out.

"I'll try to be prettier, I promise. I'll dye my hair blonde like hers. I'll try out for cheer. I'll lose weight and be skinny like her. I'll stop wearing my t-shirts and wear sundresses like she does. I'll do anything Eddie. Please just don't leave me." I cried clutching onto his black denim covered legs while looking up at him letting my tears flood my cheeks.

"No Y/n. You don't need to change. You'll find a guy that loves you just for you. I'm just not that guy anymore." He said softly his hand coming down to cup my cheek.

As if the soothed the sting. He didn't love me, not even for who I was.

"I don't understand what I did wrong." I sobbed letting go of his pants and let my body collapse.

"You didn't do anything wrong Sweetheart. I just don't love you anymore. I'm sorry Y/n but it's over." He sighed.

His words repeated in my head for days.

"I just don't love you anymore."

"....don't love you anymore."

"...don't love you..."