You sigh aloud as you awoke, waking up yet again in an empty bed. "Oh, I'll be home tonight. Don't wait up baby." You mimic childishly, rolling your eyes as you begin your morning routine in a sour mood.
You were a collage of emotions right now, and honestly, you were sick of feeling like this. Demi had promised you she would try to make time. Demi promised you that once her tour was finished she would take some time off and just relax for a bit, but yet again- you were wrong. She had just began prepping for ANOTHER tour, this time longer, harder and larger.
Yes, you were extremely proud of her. And yes, you loved the singer to bits. You were just sick of the constant messing around YOU would have to do to see her. She always made plans for the pair of you, promising that they would happen, get you actually excited before promptly cancelling. A work meeting, a coffee date with a friend who she hasn't seen in 'months', too tired to do anything. God, one time she even blamed it on the weather being too gloomy to go out and eat in a restaurant. Something would always come up and you were sick of it.
You missed the hell out of her and she didn't even notice you. She was leaving you behind as she jetted around the world, rising in fame. She had once told you that you were her number one priority- albeit, you were sick and grumpy, but you thought she at least meant it for something other than that night.
You pulled out your phone, 8:14 am. What the hell was she even doing?! You then promptly called her, frustration and despair becoming the forefront emotions you were feeling. Every dial tone that passed sent jolts straight to your heart and hearing her voicemail nearly shattered your soul, yet you continued on. Everyday that this routine continued, you were growing numb. Growing numb to her, and becoming numb to the rejection.
Shaking your head, you walked over to the large dock sitting in your living room and plugged in your phone. You needed something to fill the gloomy silence of yours and Demi's house. You pressed shuffle on your phone, stomping over to the kitchen to prepare your breakfast as the music filled the now lifeless place. It wasn't home without her.
A new song flicked over, changing from an upbeat tempo to something a little slower, something that you weren't sure you could handle hearing. The piano chords flooded the rooms, rising in volume until the drum beat interrupted- leading on to her voice.
The irony of the song hit you like a ton of bricks, and you literally stopped all movements as the lyrics flooded over you.
'In real life I'm waking up alone
It's one more night you didn't make it home
And one more time you won't pick up the phone'
"Fuck." You groan as the truth rings out in the song. You had listened to this song a thousand times, you knew every phrase that she sung, every word that she spoke- yet this was like a punch to the gut. Like hearing it all over again.
'In real life you never bring me flowers
When you're here it's only for an hour
I'm getting used to being on my own'
The melody struck your heart ferociously, causing you to almost whimper. This was one of the first times you had really heard her voice nearly all week and the words she echoed were everything that was happening right now.
'Because in real life you're not what I thought
Real life, this isn't what I want
Guess things aren't always what they seem'
You dropped the knife you were currently using to butter your toast. Of course you trusted Demi, but every time she didn't come home or every time she missed a call, the dread was solidifying in your heart. You thought she would miss you, you thought that she might of actually wanted to spend time with you.
'But in my dreams, I'm waking up to roses
Champagne, kisses and I know it's always, always
Gonna be, gonna be this way
In my dreams, you're standing right beside me
Two hearts finally colliding
Then I wake up and realise, realise this is real life
Real life, this is real life
Real life, real life
Real life, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh
Real life'
