Forget me || Sam Golbach

2

I felt my phone being snatched from my hand as I sat back down on the bed. Jake was quiet.
"I shouldnt have mentioned it right"
BOY.
"No its okay". He didnt reply. "Would you mind? I would rather be alone rn" i apologized as he kissed my head and left, reassuring me it was okay. I let it out once again and cried, not knowing what else I could do anymore. And out of everyone her? I mean i knew he wouldn't go to LA without messing with someone but her? The girl he swore on his life he hated? I cleaned my face and changed to some comfier clothes. I headed out to the neighborhoods market to get sum to cook when of course my nose caught his scent. A small gasp left my mouth as I turned around. Just a random man walking his dog. This was way harder than I thought it would be man. My mind couldnt let go of the fact that he wasnt even embarrassed to post it PUBLICLY? His whole fanbase knew about me. And he still thought it was okay to post a fucking photo of her sitting on him with her face burried on his neck, her hands in his hair. His hands were wrapped around her waist, so tight like he never wanted to let her go.
I exhaled as I payed my chicken noodles. I was ready for some drama, I needed some comfort.
I rushed home, threw the keys somewhere and layed on the couch opening Twitter. At first nothing popped up. Then it did. A few tweets were talking about him cheating on me with Kat and defending me. I had to admit, their fans had gold ass humor. Then I read one that was on his side. Then another. Another one. Again and again, people saying how it was about time he left me and went back to her. People that never had seen or met me, writing such insane mean things I had a stroke reading. I felt so mentally exhausted. I needed him back, every single part of me asked for him, for his touch, his smell, his everything.
I wanted to hate him, to despise his guts, for leaving me after YEARS just because he had to focus on his work. I've seen him at his worst, not being able to find time for his family because of youtube. And now he pulled this shit on me? I begged him to stay. Way too many times. He yelled at me for being dramatic and overeacting. His eyes lacked the warmth that I fell for, so much that I hardly recognized him. The Sam I knew was not there anymore. It was so sudden when he left, I often find myself in the same situation as that night.
We were watching Netflix, as he held me close trying to keep my body warm. Fall had just entered and the leaves were already like orange raindrops falling from the trees. He had drawn further from me the last few days, spending more time away than at home, blaming it on his work. I missed him.
"Do you wanna go halloween shopping tomorrow? We can think of what to dress up too! I was thinking of Corpse Bride and Victor but you can ch-"
"Y/N I told you im busy, I dont have time for unworthy things".
Oh.
"Oh, okay. I just thought that since we dress up for halloween we would again this year. Cause you know. Nothing has changed". The last sentence came of more intense than I intented it to be. He looked at me, sarcasm in his eyes just like his tone.
"Maybe you should open your eyes Y/N. Maybe you should stop only seeing fairytales and actually focus on whats happening around you".
"Wh-"
"Maybe its not all lovey dovey and maybe it's all in your head. Have you ever thought of that"?.
I stared at him.
"You know what, Im tired" he got up and headed for the bedroom.
"Im sorry bae, I can sleep on the couch tonight go rest"
"No, Y/N. There's not gonna be a tomorrow." my eyes focused on the blonde infront of me now putting on his jacket already in his shoes. I gulped, suddenly my mouth dehydrated.
"Im done" he unlocked the door.
"Wait wait no" I ran and held his hand. "What do you mean Sam please"
"Oh my god do you act stupid or are you actually??" he threw his hands up and that movement made me flinch. Now dont get that wrong he's never laid a hand on me, it was Sam we're talking about. But his tone and behavior wasnt normal.
"We're done". Each word was a knife to my heart. My knees gave up just like the tears.

The image was defeating and ridiculous at the same time. Me wrapped around his legs, screaming and begging for him to stay, to continue loving me, to not leave, as I was choking from my tears. I couldn't let him go. He couldn't leave me. His eyes steady on my red ones. He tried to free himself from my crying ass grasp, trying not to accidentally kick me but still, he didnt look even a little bit of sorry. Eventually tiredness overcame me and I felt the world collapsing, just before I did too.