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Hey! This is my first imagine for each song from the amazing album 'Sweetener' by Ariana Grande. Hope you enjoy! Please let me know your thoughts in the comments 🖤
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Y/n PoV
I'm far too short for this store. Honestly. Every single item I want to try on is up twice my height, I literally can't reach anything!
"Hey, can I help you reach that?" I heard an oddly familiar voice question from behind me, as i stood on my tip-toes trying my best to reach the gorgeous t-shirt I needed in my life.
"Ugh, Yes please! I'm too short for-" I turned around to see the one and only Corbyn Besson- aka- my ex boyfriend. "Corbyn?" I croaked, my voice barely audible. "Y/n?" He muttered, looking as if he could not believe I was stood before him. I rolled my eyes, walked away hastily; only to be pulled back by him grabbing my arm. "Listen. About that night." I shook my head, not wanting to hear it. "Corbyn. It was a year ago. I'm kinda over it now. It took me so long to forget about you. I'm not putting myself through it all again." "Listen y/n, I get that. But i love you. You know that." "Do i? Because on that night you didn't exactly show it." I said.
Let me explain. Corbyn and I had a very serious fight. I can't even remember what it was about. He left. He left; and never came back. Never texted, called, or even officially told me it was over.
"Y/n, I'm so sorry." He spoke, his voice full of sorrow. "Sorry? You're sorry?" I spat, detesting those meaningless words. "Yes. I am. Truly." "Why don't you ever show it, Corbyn?" "I've never loved someone as much as you- I guess I never learned how to. Especially with my parents divorcing when I was young. I'm sorry I'm bad at showing it, I truly am Y/n." "I'm sorry too Corbyn. But there's no way I'm letting you back in my life again. You always leave when things get difficult. You run away!"
We were both silent for a few seconds. The longest few seconds of my life. You couldn't even cut the tension with a knife. "For every day after I left you; it seemed to rain." He said, his voice quiet. "Everyone around me hated what happened between us." I spoke, not daring to look up at him. "It was like... an angel cried when you left me, because all it did was rain." He smiled weakly as my glance met his. "Why did you leave?" I whimpered, my voice cracking. "I don't know. I... I panicked. That's what I do best. I ran away from problems because I was never taught how to deal with them. And I'm sorry for that."
I said nothing, but looked down at my shoes.
"Corbyn. I can't risk being hurt like that again. I'm sorry." "You don't have to be sorry, y/n. You deserved, and still do; someone better than me. I get that. I know that."
I didn't know what to say.
Then I had a brain wave.
If he cares that much about me to let me go, maybe I should give him another chance.
"Want to grab a Starbucks together, now, maybe?" I asked, after thinking about it for a while. "Really?" "Yeah, why not. I need to get over what happened. People make mistakes." I breathed, knowing it was the right thing to do. He said nothing; but kissed me. And everything fell into place perfectly.
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I know it's short; but it's understandably difficult to write a longer imagine from a song that has legit five sentences in it. Lol.
