~𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖~

separated

Sydney pov:

Demi had grown.. distant. It had been going on for a while now but her most noticeable changes had begun after my injury. She wouldn't talk, and when she did it was only a matter of time before she'd lose her temper and stop talking again. I wasn't sure what I had done to her, but she was avoiding me for whatever reason. All morning I had been ignored and avoided; I was tired of it now.

"Demi?" I asked shyly, taking a step toward her, she was in the kitchen, cooking herself some dinner. No answer. "What did I do?" I asked, becoming slightly desperate for more than a one-word answer. "What?" She replied, turning to face me. "why are you avoiding me?" I asked, taking yet another step towards her. "I'm not." "Bullshit." She frowned at me "what do you mean? Bullshit?" I sighed at her "I mean every single time I fucking talk to you. I either get ignored or a stupid one word answer. So what did I do wrong?" I could tell she was getting angry with me but she wouldn't say why. "It doesn't matter. It's not like you'll understand." She said, turning her attention away from me.

"I'm sure I will..." "No you fucking won't! Just leave it alright!" I was taken aback by her raising her voice at me, she hadn't done it in so long. "I can't leave it demi. I'm sick of the ignorance! We're supposed to be together and all I feel right now is alone! You're supposed to be able to talk to me!" I said slowly getting anger laced In my tone. "Well I can't talk to you! Not about this!" She yelled back, turning the oven off and pushing the pan out of the way. "Then what are we doing here dem!" I immediately choked on my words, she was in the process of trying to comprehend what I just said. "Dem-" "no. No you said what you said... Did you mean it?" She hesitated as she spoke. I was on the verge of tears and I shook my head "...no. I don't know why I said it." I expected her to believe that I didn't mean what I said but to my surprise she just scoffed.

"You said what you knew. It was 100% honesty in the moment, when you don't care about who it hurts, you just say it because it's the truth. So let me ask you. What are we doing here Sydney?" I felt a single tear roll down My cheek as I knew what she wanted me to say. I never thought that we'd be having a conversation like this but here we are. I stood in silence, unwilling to answer her question. After a moment she scoffed and turned away from me "i- I don't want this to happen demi..." I was choking back the tears that so desperately wanted to fall from my eyes. "Neither do I... But we need a break from the stress Sydney, it's not fair on you, on me, or anyone involved" she replied, wiping her face.

We both stood in a shocked silence for a moment until I spoke again "this is my fault. And don't save it isn't because I know it is. You wouldn't be under this stress if it weren't for me and my mom." "Syd-" "no it's okay" I stammered more tears falling down my cheek. "It's fine. It's my fault. I'll go." And with that I walked away, heading towards the bedroom. On my way to the bedroom I heard a loud clatter come from the kitchen, she was angry, I wasn't sure if it was me or herself or the situation but she was angry and she was taking out her frustration.

I silently packed a few of my things, trying my best to not let my sobbing be heard by demi but I knew she knew. Once everything was packed up I began to call people, starting with my mom surprisingly.

Demi pov:

I stood outside the bedroom door, listening to the trill of Syd's phone until a distant "hello" could be heard from the receiving end of the phone. "Hey, mom, it's me. I- Can I stay with you for a few days, me and Demi split." I couldn't hear what her mother was saying, she had turned her phone off speaker. "I'll stay out of your way, I just wanna stay close to Ami until the baby is born. I'll leave after, I promise" her voice was thick, she had been crying and it was once again my fault. I didn't want to see her go, I didn't want to see her in pain. But the stress her family had caused the both of us wasn't fair and it was unhealthy for us to keep going. I loved her, I still do love her, that's why I hated that she felt the need to leave.

Sydney pov:

I ended the call with my mom and opened the door to a puffy eyed demi, neither of us could hold eye contact for more than a second and neither of us could figure out what to say to each other, so I left without saying goodbye. When I arrived at my mom's place I was shocked to see my mother holding her arms out to me, she wasn't my first pick when it came to comfort but I just broke down, I couldn't control my tears. My mom pulled me into her house and sat me on the sofa before bringing in 2 cups of tea, one for me and one for herself. "I'm sorry, for coming in such short notice" I said, sniffling and wiping my tears. "It's fine em- Sydney, we might not get along a lot of the time but I'm still your mother. I can't say I was the happiest when you were with her, but she made you happy. So, what happened?" It was strange, recieving comfort from my mother but at this point I didn't care. "Is there an insult in there that I missed?" I chuckled sipping the tea that she gave me. She smiled and shook her head "I do care about you, you know. I don't show it but I do." I sighed "I know... Thanks again, for letting me stay. Me and demi, fell apart to say the least"

For the first time in years I sat down and had a conversation with mom, one that didn't involve either of us getting angry, or insulted in any way. Maybe there were a few benefits to this, but I still felt awful. That night I cried, I cried a lot, and whatever sleep I got didn't last long, I would wake myself up for dreaming about her, it didn't matter, I loved her, but now she was gone...