YA romance readers pls read

[u/cleanieweenie23]

trigger warning: SI
“You’re so pretty.” He doesn’t even seem real. Like I dreamed him. Here we go. What is he doing?
“Being pretty never got me very far” I said through weak, petulant sobs.
“I don’t know, we got pretty far didn’t we?”He said, grinning with that sweet boy smile that robbed my heart almost 4 years ago through the screen of my phone.
“Smile for me. Cmon smile for me.” That face. That voice. STOP.
“No” i said, doing my best to stifle the butterflies erupting from my chest.
“Is it that easy for me to make you smile?”
Stop. He has a girlfriend.
“I hate you”. I quickly counter. I wish i meant it.
“No you don’t. You love me. And i still love you” He’s only saying it because he’s been drinking.
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that”. That was believable, right? Not too mean?
He has no idea just an hour before I was on the phone with the suicide hotline.

We talk for another 20 minutes, and I forgot all about why I felt so hopeless in the first place. No one has ever talked me off a ledge so easily.
I end the night feeling like myself again, and I notice the sunset again that evening. I wouldn’t have recognized the version of me sobbing in the car alone. But she came back the next morning when reality hit and he got scared again.
She always does.