Ella ended up giving Francis the cold shoulder when she came home that night. She would never forgive him because unlike Ben, he wasn't so easy to forgive. 

He tried talking to her and saying things like: 

I'm sorry, love. 

I was just tired of waiting 

Why can't you just be happy with me? 

Am I not enough? 

But she never answered. She just looked at him with a sad look on her face and shook her head at ground. 

She had a feeling Francis was too good to be true. Sure, they shared their thoughts and had deep conversations about their life. Sure, he helped her when she was down. Sure, he was probably a really good guy, but he just wasn't for her. 

He needed a girl who wasn't already broken because Francis wasn't the handy dandy man. He couldn't fix her heart like he thought he could. 

So when he came to her with his suitcase in hand to tell her he was going back to England, she happily gigged him and told him to 'get the fuck out'. 

He probably didn't deserve it, no, she knew he didn't. Francis didn't intentionally mean to hurt Ella by forcing her to do something she didn't want to do. He was just tired of waiting, and she understood that. 

Everyone makes mistakes, don't they? But that doesn't mean it still didn't hurt. 

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A/N: So this is the last pre-written chapter I've written and that means if I don't write more tonight I probably won't post a chapter tomorrow. But I'm hoping to finish this story soon. My guess is that this will have maybe 50 or more chapters. I'm not sure yet. Anyways I hope you liked this chapter. 

On the side is a song called Mason Jar by Smallpools. I'm currently obsessed with this song lol.