Sarah Paulson Imagines *open for requests*

don't leave me. (W.V)

Prompt: y/n and Wilhemina break up.

This story is based of P!nk's "Please don't leave me." (Not proof read)
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You and Wilhemina have been in a relationship since five years now. You first met her in your senior year of college when you got coffee in your favorite little coffee shop and spilled it over her. To say she was furious was an understatement. Two weeks later you would meet her again in your vacation job, she was your boss. After many apologies and safely delivered coffees to her she invited you for lunch and eventually found a liking in you.
The rest is history.

After all this time she and also yourself let your walls break down and see and accepted each other in the exact way you are.

A big part of the success of your relationship was that you genuinely could understand her. You understood her abusive past and all the fun that has been made of her because you simply went through the same things.

In your opinion you could never truly understand what someone went through if you didn't went through it to yourself.

Over the years you built this strong connection and pure trust with Wilhemina and even though your age difference was big there was a never a problem in communication. You understood when she distanced because she was afraid and she let you have time for yourself, which you needed plenty of.

You and Wilhemina had a special way of explaining the feelings you couldn't talk about through music. You would sit on the couch listening to Spotify for hours if you both had a fight going on.

But lately something was off. You felt your connection fade. Every day you would be excited to get home from work and step into the apartment the two of you shared but these past months you simply felt annoyed, you felt trapped, chained.

You talked about it with Wilhemina, obviously knowing that your words would hurt her but communication was key and you couldn't just communicate the positive things. To your surprise Wilhemina felt the same towards you. This evening you both sat in each other's arms, crying, being afraid of that the feelings for each other would slowly come to an end, just like that.

Eventually the dates became less, the dinners became less, the talks became less, there was no song to explain the feelings you had anymore and the fighting increases. There wasn't one day you didn't manage to fight about the most stupid little things. Just like today.

"No Wilhemina I'm not your fucking punching bag!" You screamed into the older woman's direction who came home with the worst of moods ever. You had understanding for her, so much, but lately she just came home to you being mad, being frustrated with you. You didn't asked for the "why" anymore because you were exhausted of all the talking which led into nothing once again.

"Gosh please y/n you are acting ridiculous. All I said was that I don't wanna eat dinner with you and that it is unnecessary to even prepare it." The older woman rolled her eyes at you.
Maybe it was ridiculous for her and maybe for everybody else but for you it meant a lot because even after your exhausting day at work you went home and first thing you did was cooking a dinner for the both of you. Every day, to show some sort of effort.

You looked at her clearly hurt by her words. "These are my efforts to safe this fucking relationship and you kick it with your feet. Where are your efforts?
You don't even tell me that I'm beautiful anymore. Something you used to do every day."
You said huffing.

She looked at you raising an eyebrow. "Efforts? I don't need your efforts, I don't need you y/n. You are basically still a naiv, little child looking for some sort of validation and attention." with every word she stepped closer, with every word her voice got colder.