❃ for your eyes only. three. ❃

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( i love santana )

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( i love santana )

❃ CASEY. ❃

"Hey, babe." I smile, leaning down to give Y/n a kiss on the cheek.

"Uh, hey baby..." She says a fake smile plays on her lips, and I could see right through it. Y/n has always kept her guard up.

You know how people say some people have walls that they let stand tall, that doesn't allow anyone in, to protect themselves from getting even further hurt than they've already been.

Well, that was Y/n.

Each time I was able to crack through those walls and get a glimpse of the light from within to shine through, she'd patch them up even more than before, continuing to shun me.

But I was getting tired, I truly love Y/n but I've learned that hope is for suckers.

Maya Hart, who ?

But I can't continue to pretend that Y/n not letting me in is okay. I'm her boyfriend we should be able to talk to each other.

We should be able to trust each other.

We've been dating for over a year, specifically sixteen months, and yet she still can't talk to me.

The key to a relationship is communication. And you know what we don't do?

Communicate.

"Are you okay?" I question her as I continue to examine her face, starting to notice her very prominent bloodshot, puffy eyes.

It looks as if she hadn't slept in days, and had been crying an awful lot.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She gives a weak smile, that didn't reach her eyes, pulling a strand of her y/h/c ( your hair color ) locks behind her ear.

"Y/n you don't have to lie to me. I've known you for over almost two years now, I think I can tell when you're lying." I let out, sighing.

"I told you I'm fine, Casey." She snaps, she never calls me by my first name, she's always used pet names.

I always told her it was cheesy, and she knew it, but she never cared and they began to grow on me.

"I know you're not, so for one goddamn second would you stop lying to me!" I begin to raise my voice, and I begin to feel curious eyes, seeking drama, begin to eye us in the hallway.

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