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“Hannah, I need to talk to you.”

Lewis had come into Hannah’s room while she was reading a book. She sat up from her position on her stomach and patted the bed, motioning for him to sit. “Sure, babe, what’s up?”

Lewis exhaled deeply. This worried Hannah, as it was something he only did when he was bothered. “I love you. A lot. You know that, right?”

“Well, of course, but-“

“Please, let me finish.” Hannah nodded. “Like I said, I love you. But not in the way I thought I did. I think you want something more than me. You want to get married. I’m not ready for that yet.”

Hannah’s eyes widened in fear. “But we don’t have to get married yet. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We don’t have to get married ever. We can just stay like this forever.”

Lewis sighed. “But that’s the thing, Han. It’s not just that I don’t want to get married, it’s that I-” He paused and sighed again. When he spoke again, it was in a small voice, nearly a whisper. “I’m just not in love with you anymore.”

Something inside Hannah broke. Her heart shattered into pieces. But she couldn’t cry. Not yet, not here. Hiding her tears, she stood and started to shout. “Well that’s just bloody fine, then. I give you everything and you’re just ‘not in love with me anymore, Han.’ What the fuck, Lewis? Couldn’t you have maybe told me before I fell head-over-heels in love with you? Before I gave up everything to be with you? Before I quit my job, only to become a laughingstock among my friends for being a ‘Professional YouTube whore?’” As hard as she fought, her emotions took over. Her eyes filled with tears as she quietly said, “What happened?”

Lewis couldn’t tell her the truth. She would never accept it. “I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Well, fine, then,” Hannah screamed. “Get out of my room so I can pack up my things and burn every good memory I ever had of you.”

Lewis knew it was no hope. He stood to leave, but as he was almost out of the door, he turned. “I’m sorry.”

“GET OUT!” Hannah screamed. And on both sides of the door, an ex-lover slid to the floor, head in hands and sobbing.

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Well, that was intense. I don’t know about this. Would Hannah say babe? I tried to write it as in-character as possible. I dunno.

On a positive A/N, I wrote and edited this in 20 minutes. Which is just how long I expected.

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