Kimberly's Pov

I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes. Why? Today was supposed to be filled with rain and darkness and pain but no, the sun had to be out, dampening my mood further. I slowly got out of bed and put on some black clothes. I went downstairs and made some toast. I looked at the time. 12. Rafa and the gang should be at lunch now. I hope Sebby's okay, but I don't trust Hannah. She's just like Jason and if I know Jason, I know her. It never worked out well in the end for Jason, maybe it wouldn't for Hannah either.

I got out and went to the rental car. I turned it on and awaited a 4-hour drive. The music was off and the only sounds you could hear was the aching of someone's heart, the crack in someone's voice as they're on the verge of tears and the sound of the dead. As Dumbledore had said, "Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love."

10 minutes later, I heard the beeping from my phone. I ignored it, thinking it was just Rafa checking up on me but a few minutes later there was constant beeping. Can't they just leave me alone to cry in peace? Driving for a few minutes more, I stopped at a little diner. I went in and ordered some hot chocolate and a muffin and turned on my phone. Most of the texts were people I didn't even know saying things like, "whore" and "slut." But why?

I quickly went on to Sebby and I's message. He had been texting me non-stop asking me if I was okay and why I wasn't coming in today. He was honestly a sweetheart. Even on a day like this, he made me smile. I've only known him for a few months or so but he's already taught me so much. That home is not a place but a feeling, time is not measured by a clock but in moments and heartbeats aren't just heard, but felt and shared. He makes me happy in such a way that nobody else can. Sebby is always my first and last thought each and every day. When I look at him I smile, not because he's attractive (even though he's handsome as hell) but because he's literally everything I didn't know I wanted. My favourite place since meeting Sebby is now inside his hug. I went through all my messages, each one making me smile like a crazy woman until I got to the last one. It also had an attached picture.

From: Sebbykins

I hate you, I can't believe you.

*the picture of Kim and Oli*

Last time I checked, he was the Instagram king. He should easily be able to tell it was photoshopped as the 2 pictures of us aren't even in the same lighting but I guess it was a close match. That background is terrible, you would never catch me at a club. Thirdly, the person photoshopping tried so hard to make it look like we both were wearing things that weren't in the picture. Ugh, it was just terrible.

But does Sebby really hate me? I don't regret anything I said about him but listening to him say that he hates me, it breaks my heart. It feels like all the butterflies have just died, but I don't hate him. I still love him with every piece of my broken heart. It almost feels like I have broken ribs, You can't see them but it hurts every single time I breathe.

I took a few deep breaths and went to Sebastian's Instagram. It had that terrible photoshopped picture and Oliver and I were tagged in. I read the comments.

@lolipeept8
Omg what a slut

@jsjejisjsksjks76
How could she can she not like appreciate u

@hannakinyana0
Ugh with ur brother h8 em both now

@moyforlyfe
Awwww babyyyyy you have meeee

@mrsmoy6282
I'll be your baeeeee

@normal083622
Finally she's such a whore

@sweetlollies
Bitchhhhgh

@Maira0263
How could she do that too my babehhhh

@malaikasehar00
Ugh slut an whore

@choc3004
Playerrtt good for nothing

@forksandknives
Damnnn she a big slutt

Each comment I read made me die a little more inside. How could Sebastian do that? I ferociously wipe my tears away and chucked away my hot chocolate and muffin in the bin without even finishing it. My mood is more ruined than it had been already. I sat in my car and turned my phone off. Theresa was pretty upset and broke up with Oliver. Why did they have to be involved? I grabbed the steering wheel and drove away, right back to my hometown. The car ride was filled with tears, more tears, rain (yay), near-death experiences and being stopped by a police officer. I finally reached the place Jason was. I parked my car and walked over you the entrance, I opened the gate and allowed my self to walk up the pathway. The tears I had cried were now art for my cheeks and my phone was long discarded. I may or may not have thrown it out the window on the highway when I was constantly getting messages. Oh well, I hope Jason will listen to all my problems.

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Milli xoxo