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I Thought You Said It Meant Nothing

You know Oliver Sykes? The really famous boy-man covered in tattoos that fronts Bring Me The Horizon? That man fell in love with me. Accidently, and it wasn't true love, but I swear to god he did love me. It's just that Oli and I weren't meant to be. Not as far as he was concerned, at least, and he proved that when he left Sheffield and most importantly me.

Moving away meant he doesn't care. It meant he learnt not to, somehow, and has gotten on with his glamorous, fame-filled, beautiful, brilliant life. Without me. Without everyone. I haven't even seen him in person, or heard from him, in over five years. So that means he's forgotten me, of course. And I never meant anything. And there is definitely, absolutely, no chance that he's standing outside my door in the pouring rain with two bottles of vodka and a DVD.

Only he is.

For this contest (: It's only going to be short (I'm not sure if it'll be chaptered or not) so enjoy it while it lasts! Ahaha (: