based on kelly clarkson’s cry

You’re not sure how things ended up this way.

One day the two of you were together and happy, and the next day you’re fighting and screaming and throwing things until he finally says those words that you’ve been wanting to say all along.

"Let’s break up."

And you agree, choking back the tears that threaten to spill from your eyes and the sobs that push up from the back of your throat.

Luhan moves out the next day, his paltry single box of things in his arms as he pushes open the door to your apartment and leaves.

He doesn’t look back.

The news of your breakup is plastered all over the internet the next day, a simple explanation of ‘we grew apart naturally after not being able to see each other often’ given and an empty promise of ‘we’re still friends’ fed to the ravenous reporters.

You want to laugh and cry at the same time, because it’s a load of and everyone knows it, but you swallow your pride and let it be.

Even though you want nothing more to do with Luhan, his career as a musician has nothing to do with how you feel about him. He’s worked hard, and no matter how much you hate him now, you can’t deny him the fame and success he’s earned.

Naturally, his fans are more overjoyed than anything else, because their precious little deer is back on the dating market, and your name is the of more than a few jokes on the internet scene, but your ig