The End | N x MC (Preview)

Here's a quick preview of the next short story I'm working on as a warmup whenever I need to get the creative juices going for some Ace of Spades writing.

Yes, it's the breakup scene. One of the many possibilities of how it went down: MC gets *sad*. I'm thinking of calling it The One Where MC Suffers, but we shall refer to it as The End for now to make things easier LMAO

I should make it a series: The One Where MC Goes Apeshit, The One Where MC Chills and The One Where MC Falls Asleep just for the gag... buuuut that would be too much N content and I already have stories I want to write for the others. I wish I had all day to write all my ideas but life isn't fair, is it? smh. Maybe I'll do it as I go. Maybe not.

But without further ado! Here's something that might just pop up here whenever I'm done with it! (fyi this is written as Nick first; once it's done it'll def have a Nic version as well)

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The night is quiet outside. The windows are open, and a gentle breeze brings with it a light scent of rain. It seems the weather forecast was right, heavy rain showers should sweep the city all through the night.

Besides, it seems fitting.

You should close the window. It’ll start raining out of a sudden and your books will get wet… but you don’t.

You don’t get up, you don’t move, you make no effort to barely even breathe. All you can do is replay the conversation you just finished having. With him… with Nick.

It’s your fault.

Your traitorous brain yells at you over and over, that it’s your fault, that you should have known better, that you should have seen it coming. And it is. It is, and you should have.

Everyone warned you against getting involved with him; Alex, Sammy, your common sense, even Nick himself warned you. But no, sir. You didn’t listen to anyone but your own selfish desires, and now you’ll pay the price.

It was only meant to be something fun, something easy and lighthearted, just someone to do on a lazy thursday night, a quick fuck arranged over two text messages.

How did it end up an ocean of heartache and sorrow? How did you fall for the one person you knew would never love you back?

You’ve known Nick for years, you’ve heard and seen more than a fair share of flings he had in the past. Why would you be any different? Idiot.

You should have known better. You should quit moping and close your stupid windows--

With a loud noise, the bathroom door slams shut, making you jolt in your seat. It’s just… it’s just like the sound the front door made when you slammed it shut behind Nick, and once again you’re trapped in the memories of tonight.

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