Demi
The door slamming was what made me snap. He walked out again, after tons of promised he wouldn't anymore. I knew part of it was my fault. Just like me, wilmer was a little damaged. When I pushed too hard, or got too close, it was like he shut down. We'd been together for six years, but that vulnerable side of his had rarely come out. When it did though, I loved it. He'd cried once or twice after sex, which was humiliated about, but it made me smiled overtime I thought about it. The reason, he had said, was because he was so in love with me at that moment, his heart couldn't handle it. Wilmer hared being vulnerable because he was always so macho, always trying to protect me from the world and from the things he was dealing with. It frustrated me to no end, because I didn't want him to protect me from him, I wanted to help him the same way he helped me. But he wouldn't let me.
I got up and walked over to the white piano that stood in the foyer of my apartment. I hadn't played in a while because of all the time I spent in the studio, but when I sat down and my fingers pressed against the keys, it felt like home. I worked out a few chords, writing it all down on the blank sheet music I always kept just in case I got inspiration. Soon, my fingers flew across the black and white keys and I was singing.
"Oh, no, did I get too close? Did I almost see, what's really on the inside?" I stopped to write everything down. "All your insecurities, all the dirty laundry, never made me blink one time."
*
"DEMI?!" Wilmer roared, making me jump as he stormed into the house.
"Wilmer?" I called out. "What happened?" I went into the kitchen where he stood, breathing heavily, putting my hands on his chest. "What's wrong?"
He pushed my hands away and held up a magazine. "What the hell is this?"
I gently took the magazine and examined the front, rolling my eyes when I saw a section accusing me of cheating.
"This is a lie, that's what it is. " I said, glancing up at him as I opened the magazine to the article and skimmed through it. "Will, this is bullshit. Their source is a blind item."
He was still breathing heavily. "What if they're right? Did you cheat on me?"
I could feel my heart clenching and cracking that he thought I actually would do that to him. "Wilmer." I whispered. "Of course not. How could you even think that I would ever do that to you?"
He bit his lip. "I don't know... just a feeling. You've been kind of distant and it's psyching me out I guess."
I shook my head, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around his waist, pushing me face into the crook of his neck. "Baby." I breathed out, finally feeling him hug me back. "I'm not distant. I'm right here."
*
I shook away the memory as more words came and the music flowed out of me.
"Unconditionally, unconditionally. I will love you, unconditionally. There is no fear now, let go and just be free. I will love you, unconditionally."
*
"Wilmer." My words breathed in a whisper from my lips as I kissed feather-light kisses up his jawline. "Babe... Wake up."
"Mmph." He groaned, turning over and nuzzling into my neck. "Go to sleep."
I giggled and pulled his face to mine, kissing him hungrily. "I love you." I whispered, drawing on finger down his chest. "So much. I love that you love me more than all of my flaws."
