Matthew Espinosa Imagines

Don't Go

*Jessica's POV*

I threw my things angrily into my suitcase as tears continually streamed down my face. I couldn't believe this. I also couldn't believe Mom was making me do this.

I sigh and then sit down to take a break and rethink this whole dilemma.

My step father, Brian, wants to take my mother and I (mostly just my mother) to Florida so we can live in, as he words it, "paradise island".

Obviously he was just wanting to do this for Mom, but since Mom gave birth to me (accidentally I may add) she is forcing me to tag along and move away from my lovely home in Woodbridge Virginia, to Orlando Florida.

And I couldn't be more enraged.

I'm leaving all my friends, my family, my school, my childhood, everything. I'm basically throwing away all my history and memories and starting over.

But I don't want to start over.

I asked Mom if I could just stay here in Woodbridge and live with Dad, who doesn't live very far from us, but then she just screamed at me for even daring to bring Dad up in front of Brian.

I don't know what to do anymore.

My mind then switches gears and thinks of Matthew...my now ex boyfriend who I was forced to break up with.

Now, before you jump to conclusions, I didn't break up with Matt because he did something bad or treated me horribly, when he actually treated me amazingly.

I broke up with him because I am moving to Florida, and I can't stay in a long distance relationship when we live in two different states that are over 1,000 miles away.

It would be too hard for me...too painful.

I can still remember how I broke up with him, and it hurts my heart to even think of it.

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"Hey Jess" Matt greeted when he opened his door to his house.

I smiled just a little, because I wasn't happy at all. "Hi" my voice strained.

Matt noticed my tone and then pulled me inside, grabbed my shoulders and looked deep into my grass green eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked with worry.

No, I thought, but out came "Yes...but we need to talk."

Matt bit down on his lip, sighed and then looked to the floor.

He saw this coming. He knew this would happen at some point, ever since he heard the news I was moving and ever since we cried together about it just a week before this.

I guided Matt to the couches and sat down with him. I could already feel tears welling in my eyes.

"Matt" I tried to say firmly, but I spoke with a crack in my voice.

Matt's eyes met mine and I could see he was crying too now, even more than me.

I didn't need to say the words "We need to break up" or "This is over". He already knew what this was.

So, instead of piercing his heart more by saying those words, I just scooted closer to Matt and hugged myself close to his chest.

He instantly tightened his arms around me and cried into my shoulder as I cried in his.

"I'm sorry" I whimpered.

"I know" Matt's cracked voice said back.

Then we just stayed in each other's arms. For what felt like eternity.