𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

32; a beautiful idiot

pt.2 of the hot teacher might or might not come out soon. . .

Imagine 32:
Y/n.

"Hey, Dani," I smile as I skip to my boyfriend, who sits idly on our white couch. His head is bowed and he doesn't reply, so I frown, going to sit by him. "What's wrong?" I question, massaging his head with my fingernails.

He slowly looks up at me, and I nearly gasp. His eyes are red and hazy, dark clouds cover them with tears. His usually light cheeks are a bright crimson, tainted by the trails of tears. Dani's beautiful lips are turned into a frown, as if disappointed.

"Darling," I whisper, wiping his tears away with my sweatshirt's sleeve. His bottom lip wobbles, a slight, broken cry seething loose from his beautiful, plump lips. "Tell me what's wrong, love."

His sobs begin to simmer down to a near whisper, but they're still very visible. Laying back, I place his head on my lap, wiping away any escaping tears. His usually bright blue eyes are now a sad gray due to his fallen mood.

"I got you," I tell him, kissing his temple. "Tell me when you're ready," I gently reassure his inability to speak.

"I," he tries. "I need to tell you something, and I know it's going to hurt you, but I have to tell you. I love you, okay? Just don't be angry with me."

I nod, wordlessly motioning him to continue. Dani closes his eyes and reopens them slowly, as if hesitating. He takes my hand in his, trailing small but lovely kisses down my knuckles. My skin tingles at the feeling, and I shiver, goosebumps raining my skin.

"I think we should take a break," he muses, stuttering and stumbling uncontrollably over his shaken words. My eyes widen and I almost ask why, but then I see the pain and shame in his eye, so I decide to lightly nod.

"Okay, love," I sigh, ignoring my racing heartbeat, and my pounding headache. I slowly remove my hand from his, but he holds tightly, trying to keep me with him. I move his head off my lap and stand up; my bones feel like jello, as if I had just lost my balance on life. As if the only reason I was still here on Earth was for him.

"I didn't cheat on you," he whispers quietly, his voice nearing unfamiliar.

I smile, "I know, Daniel."

"It's just," he sighs, getting up and hugging me closely. "I'm too stressed right now and I get no sleep because I'm constantly at the studio. . I'm not blaming you, but you deserve better. Someone who will always be there for you, someone who you can talk to throughout the day without being interrupted."

I move his hair out of his eyes, kissing his nose softly. "I understand, and I don't need an explanation. If you think us breaking up is what you need, then it's completely okay. I want you to be happy and not worry for me, got it?"

He nods, more tears escaping his eyes like a rainstorm, thunder escaping from his lips. I hold him and let my own tears leave my eyes, holding in my sobs. "I'm not breaking up with you, my darling. I just need a break, okay? I can't live without you, you know that."

I nod silently and release my arms from around him. "I'll pack some stuff, and if we decide to
make our break permanent, I'll get the rest later, okay?" He nods, watching me as I go to our shared room, where all of my clothes are kept.

I decide to only take two suitcases— one full of clothes and the other full of a few other things that I may need. I'll keep some clothes here, just in case our break is not going to become permanent.

I bite my lip as I pack my toothbrush and tampons, ignoring Daniel's heating looks. He's staring at me from the doorway, regret and guilt washing over his face.