Justin Bieber imagines!! (Requests closed)

"I'm way too good at goodbyes"

*Get your tissues ready, this is sad, it may make you cry* 

*I got inspired by the  Stone Cold imagine by Bieberthoughts, promise i haven't copied it...I would never!*

*Y/N* means your name so replace it as whatever your name is...okay?

Justin's pov

"Its just not working out anymore Justin"

"It doesn't mean i don't want you, but maybe in the future"

"I've found someone else right now, she's really cute and she makes me happy"

"Maybe in the future, we can, but not right now"

"I just don't like you like that anymore, Justin"

"I do still love you, you'll always be my first love"

"Maybe we can still be friends?"

The words my girl said kept replaying in my head as my brain thought back to what happened last week. The words cut me like a knife. My heart stammered against my ribcage as they replayed over and over again. 

This was the fourth time she had 'dumped' me and then a few weeks later gets back with me. Me being the doormat i am i always accept her apologies and get back with her. Although each time she hurt me a piece of my love for her died. 

I felt my numb. I felt the emptiness in my heart. The Y/N shaped hole she always leaves was very prominent in my heart. I felt lonely. I looked down at the razor in my hand debating whether I should make more cuts on my skin. 

Thats not worth it Justin!

She isn't worth your tears

You deserve much better!

Dont harm yourself because of her!

My conscience spoke to me but i paid no attention to it, all i wanted was Y/N. I wish she was here, she would know how to make me feel better. I wanted to speak to her. I wanted to hold her in my arms. I wanted to kiss her again, to feel her lips against mine. I wanted to make love to her again. I promised myself the last time this happened that i wouldn't react, i would cry, i wouldn't get too attached to her again. But hey, look where we are, back to square one again. 

I looked up at the clock, it read 3 am. Sighing i put down the razor getting up from my spot on the bathroom floor. I hadn't seen Y/N in 2 maybe 3 months and it was the hardest thing ever. I once saw her in target when i went grocery shopping i swear to god i ran so fast to the checkout before she saw me. 

I walked back to my bedroom, Esther in my arms. She licked my face showing her affection for me, i gave her a lopsided smile. She must feel my upset and sadness. Letting a few tears slip, i got under the covers where i cried myself to sleep for another night that month. 

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(4 months later) 

I was doing better. Thats what i kept telling myself anyway. Maybe if i kept saying it, the empty feeling in my heart would get better. Scooter and Carl both suggested that i go to a therapist, but i didn't wanna sit in a room with a shrink when all they would do is look down their nose at me and judge me for feeling like this. They would most likely say that i should just move on and what i was feeling was normal. 

This didn't feel normal. I felt suffocated. I felt like i was in an elevator and the walls were closing in on me. The drugs don't work either. The alcohol and spirits dont work. The only thing that helps me focus and distracts me is music and song writing and praying to God. Although, at times i feel like he's not even there. If he was there why would he let bad things happen to good people? Why would he inflict all these natural disasters in a world he made?