chris sturniolo imagines!!

sad beautiful tragic

"distance, timing, breakdown, fighting. silence, the train runs off its tracks. kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen?" -taylor swift, sad beautiful tragic

in which you tell the story of your breakup.
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it's been two weeks. two weeks since you broke up. two weeks since you've posted on any sort of social media platform.

a wave of guilt splashes over you as you realize you just ghosted your fans. with being chris sturniolos girlfriend, you pretty quickly grew your own following.

you decided to go live on instagram, just to get your mind off the breakup and to have something to do.

you prop up your phone and start the live.

"hey everybody" you say, brushing your hair out.

almost immediately, people join and start flooding the comments with questions about chris.

you attempt to ignore them at first, only answering the miscellaneous ones.

"my top is from hollister i think." you say, fixing the strap and reading some more comments.

you sigh deeply, knowing that addressing the comments is inevitable.

"okay guys, it's still raw and hurts to talk about so im only going to say it once. yes, chris and i broke up. when he moved to la for his channel, things got rocky. the distance really got the best of us."

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"no chris, it's not okay! because you're across the fucking continent from me. i don't get to hold you anymore, i don't get to kiss you anymore, we hardly ever get to see eachother. you're too far away from me, i need you here." you cry over facetime, looking in chris' heartbroken eyes.

"i know, love. i'm so sorry i had to cancel on my visits. things have been taking off here and i just don't have time." he explains, making you scoff.

"i hate it. you're too far. the distance between us is horrible."
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"then the timing messed us up too. their channel and chris' brand was taking off, which he was rightfully focused on, right as i lost somebody super important to me. he wasn't able to be there for me. and of course the time difference fucked with things too."

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"don't you care?" you ask him, pacing around your room while he speaks through your phone speaker.

"of fucking course i care, y/n! there's nothing i can do about it! i cant just drop everything to be with you right now. i have a career i need to focus on." he says. you can practically hear the strain in his voice as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"i understand that your career means a lot to you and i'm not trying to take that away, but i'm your fucking girlfriend! at least pretend like you care!" you yell, letting the tears fall freely, knowing he can't see them anyways.

"it's late here. i don't have time for this." chris says, hanging up the phone.
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"naturally, being left alone with my thoughts during this time caused breakdowns. breakdowns that i was left to suffer with myself because he was across the states."

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you cried into your pillow as you held it closer to your chest. everything was just becoming far too much to handle, so your body did the only thing it knew to do; shut down.

your white pillow case shortly turned black with mascara smudges and tear stains. you thought about calling chris, but decided against it. you didn't want to burden him with your problems while he was excelling in his career.

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"and of course, breakdowns like this caused a lot of pent up anger and aggression. this lead to a lot of fighting between chris and i."

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"y/n, you're being so fucking unreasonable right now!" chris yells through the crackling phone speaker.

"oh, im being unreasonable? all i fucking asked for was a text letting me know you got home alright. im sorry my concern for your fucking safety is such a problem to you!" you shout back, staring at your phone.

"god. i cant fucking believe that you're really trying to turn this on me." he scoffs, making you widen your eyes in disbelief.

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"after all the fighting, there would be a period of silence. i think at one point, we went almost three weeks without speaking to eachother."

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you stared at your phone day after day, waiting for his contact to pop up.

but it never actually did.

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"that's when the train really started to go off its tracks. i feel like it finally clicked in our heads that this wasn't going to work."

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"this isn't working. it's just a whole big cycle of arguing." you cry, looking at chris on facetime.

"i promise you sweetheart, things will get better soon. just hold on a little bit longer. it'll be okay." he soothes, and you nod your head.
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"nonetheless, we tried our hardest to keep the flame alive. when he was finally able to come and visit me, he kissed me and tried to fix it."

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chris pushes his lips against yours, and your heart drops when you realize the flame between you two has completely burned out.

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"we both decided it wasn't working. but still, i wouldn't change it for the world."

"it was beautiful. it was a sad, beautiful, tragic love affair."
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a/n- heyy everybody how are we doing

THIS IS THE BEST SONG SHE HAS EVER CREATED SO I HAD TO WRITE A CHAPTER ABOUT IT

i hope you enjoyed as much as you could with it being heartbreaking yk

i love you all!!

xx
chrissy