They were in love, at a time. But, as many couples do, they fell out of it. Outside pressures caused their protective walls to cave in. Nights alone became weeks, the FaceTime calls diminished until the only time one occurred was when one wanted to scream at the other face to face. While neither of them turned to another human for comfort, they let out their pain and frustration through creative outlets that took them father and farther away from each other. They tried, and made it three years before finally sitting down and talking about divorce. It was a terrible conversation to have, but she wanted him to be free from his unhappiness, and he wanted her to find someone that could love her they way she deserved to be loved.
Demi
I stared at the stack of papers on the desk in front of me. I had gotten them in the mail a little over a week ago, but still hadn't brought myself to sign them. I was torn between not wanting my marriage to be over, and wanting what was best for Wilmer. We tried, but that wasn't good enough for me. I wanted to succeed. I wanted to show the doubting world that we could make it through the pain and the obstacles everyone threw at us and become a power couple. That couldn't happen if I signed these papers. With a sigh I put them back in the desk drawer and walked out of the home office. Wilmer was in the Los Angeles house, going through our stuff, while I went through our things here. It wasn't going well, every time I tried to begin I would end up crying over the littlest things. But it had to be done, so I started in the bedroom, trying to get it over with.
There were pictures of us everywhere, tucked in little nooks and crannies, on the walls, in my closet. I loved to be reminded of him, but now it just felt like another stab into my heart as I took them down one by one. A framed one, sitting on my vanity, made me stop as I stared at it. It was a picture of Wilmer and I kissing, in a large crowd of people for the first time. It was not long after I made our relationship public, and we'd gone to a concert with a few friends. Wilmer spent the entire time kissing on my neck and making out with me, not caring who was staring and whispering about us. It just felt good to be able to do this without trying to hide at the glimpse of a flash. It was hard to believe this was actually us, so much had changed since then.
Wilmer
I hated this house now that I wouldn't be sharing it with her anymore. Every time I saw that envelope with those god damned divorce papers in it I would want to throw something. I didn't want it to be over, I wanted forever with her, that was what I promised. I hated breaking the promises I made to her. For better or for worse, as long as we both shall live. Those words that I spoke in front of all of our friends and family, and in front of God had been echoing inside my head the second we sat down to rationally talk about our relationship. She had originally brought it up, but the more we talked about it the more it made sense. But now that it's actually happening, and I'm sitting alone packing up all of our memories together, it was clear that I didn't want this.
The bedroom, would be the worst, and I knew it, so I started there. Like a bandaid, to get it over with. The bed, where we'd made love countless times, and made a promise to each other to never go to sleep mad. I used to leave love bites along her neck and shoulders, and she'd slap my chest when she saw them the next morning, but by her smile I knew she loved it. I wondered if she could remember the way I used to kiss her. Her taste would be forever imbedded into my brain.
Demi
I was digging through my dresser when I came across dozens of plane tickets from when Wilmer and I were flying back and forth to see each other. One of them, with an 'x' through it, was from when I missed the plane because of him. We were in the car outside the airport and he wouldn't get go of me. He always claimed that it was because the clock on the car was wrong, but I knew it was because he didn't want to let go. Eventually Max had to come and drag me out of the car, but it turned out we missed it. I only pretended to be mad at Wilmer when we got back to the car, but I was still thrilled we could have one more night together, and I knew he was happy too. When we got back to the hotel Max stalked off to his room muttering things about 'couples' under his breath while Wilmer and I stayed up half the night cuddling and only throwing on clothes for room service.
