𝗹𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 | 𝙗. 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙬

don't you |

**(Y/N): your name, (Y/N/N): your nickname, (M/N): movie name

"Don't you smile at me and ask me how I've been
Don't you say you miss me if you don't want me again
You don't know how much I feel I love you still
So why don't you?"

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I am finally drifting off when my alarm beeps for me to get up. My mind wouldn't let me shut down at all last night, consumed by thoughts of him, even though I desperately tried to distract myself. I had eaten a pint of ice cream and binge watched my favorite show to stay awake. I knew subconsciously that if I were to fall asleep, I would only dream of him.

Those brown eyes that had made me feel so at home and calm, yet still set me ablaze when he looked at me. How they shined golden in the sunlight and lit up every time he saw me.

The brown waves atop his head that I'd run my fingers through infinitely if I had the chance. They always turned more honey blonde in the summer and complimented his tan skin so well. He was so much happier when he learned to love his natural hair and its changing color as much as I always had.

The smile that could melt me with just a small smirk and still make me laugh like a little kid. It was bright and big and full of confidence.

His hands, always holding me so tight at night that I was sure he'd never let go. I'd hoped he wouldn't. He showed his love with his hands, always greeting me with tight hugs and holding my waist with them, pulling me in before he kissed me.

Especially his voice: the one that had sung endless amounts of songs meant just for me. His deep harmonies that always seemed to be blending perfectly with my own melodies. I thought we'd sit in my living room on the couch, him gently strumming his guitar, singing and laughing together forever.

My brain had begun to piece together all of the best and worst parts of my memories with him to concoct the perfect nightmare that would leave me sobbing all over again if I were to fall asleep. It would become so much more real, more vivid if I was dreaming, seeing the movie reel of us playing through my head. So I didn't sleep for not even a minute. 

I was caught off guard yesterday when I saw him. After all, it's been 2 years with no sign of him.

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I had just purchased my tickets for the latest installment to my favorite movie series. I'd decided to come by myself because my friends had already seen it; I would have come with them if it weren't for the long hours I worked in my residency. I am almost a pediatrician; only a little bit longer and I'll have the job I've dreamed of since I was a little girl.

I was walking around the corner to find theater 7, large popcorn and Dr. Pepper in hand, when I heard it: his laugh. That melodic sound I'd heard almost every day for the past 3 years. I froze in my tracks, my body betraying me and getting goosebumps as soon as the noise entered my ears. I slowly turned around, stepping over to the wall before doing so in hopes that he wouldn't see me.

He looked as gorgeous as ever. His muscly arms were on display with the black cut off tank top he wore any time it was clean, simple athletic shorts and tennis shoes completing his casual style. He never was big on dressing up for the movies; he said it was pointless to wear nice clothes to sit in the dark for a couple hours with complete strangers. This view has rubbed off on me as well apparently as I stood in an oversized lilac band tee and biker shorts with my favorite white tennis shoes.

He was smiling at the man behind the register, Alex, his best friend. We came to this theater often when we were together so he could mess with Alex at work, asking for the most difficult ratio of butter to popcorn and getting him to layer the M&M's and Sour Patch Kids he always insisted upon into the bag, too. I could see him doing this as I was watching him, still the same Bradley Bradshaw I fell in love with ages ago.