BED
The memories that the bed held were so powerful I started sleeping on the couch. You and I cuddling watching Disney movies. You bringing me soup when I was sick. You cleaning the house for me when I was out in a meeting because you knew I was having a stressful day. You didn't forget a single detail; you even changed the sheets.
BATH
Every time I enter the restroom, I come close to tears. You bought me bath bombs, lip scrubs and face masks for my birthday once. You even remembered my favorite brands. It was perfect. You were perfect. You are perfect.
BEYOND
Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, could possibly have prepared me for you leaving. My stomach hurt from sobbing. My throat hurt from screaming. I was in agony. And now I feel more numb than anything. There's still a constant sadness that dwells in the back of my mind, pushed to the side but always there, nagging me, like an annoying papercut that keeps opening and never heals. This is the closest thing to grief I know. In a way, I did lose a loved one. But that sounds selfish. You always did say I was overdramatic, didn't you?
A/N:
So I have no idea whatsoever why I decided to write this, but here you go. It was done in about three minutes, it's a hot mess, and it's my first update in a while. I literally haven't ever even been dumped, I don't know why I chose to write about it, and I most certainly don't know why I chose to incorperate Bed, Bath, and Beyond into the story, but I did. Enjoy, I guess.
YOU ARE READING
One-Shots
RandomI wanted to publish a story but I didn't want to be pressured to publish at certain times, so here is my one-shot book, where I have no publishing schedule whatsoever.
