Even though Ты try, it’s obvious that Ты don’t suceed. The tears run down your already tear-stained cheeks as Ты clutch the covers even tighter to your body. Ты inwardly yelled at yourself - ashamed that you’re still crying. Ты don’t want to be, but Ты just can’t help it. Sniffling, Ты bury your face into the подушка and this movement causes Justin’s familiar cologne to fill your nosestrils. Ты look over at his side of the постель, кровати and although Ты know what’s waiting - your сердце still sinks when Ты notice it’s empty.

You and Justin had a huge fight and when Ты look back...

Straightening your dress, Ты look out the tinted window of the car. A small, almost inaudible sigh escapes your lips as Ты see just how many Фаны and reporters it is out there. Ты look up to the rear-view mirror when Ты hear your driver clear his throat.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Y/L/N. Ты look stunning tonight.” The driver, Mr. Rogers, smiles at you. Feeling a blush cover your cheeks, Ты кошелек your lips.

“Thank you, John.” Ты say softly, inhaling deeply just as another man opens your door.

Grabbing your purse, Ты plaster a smile on your face and get out of the car. Shouts and hollers...