Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader
Word Count: 20.0k
Warnings: Cursing, Alcohol, Talks of Marriage, Talks of Children, Severe Angst, Yelling, Arguing, Gaslighting, Begging, Heartbreak, Severe Sadness, Depression, Crying, Kissing, Graphic Sexual Content, Unprotected Sex.
HER POV
You sat alone on the couch, mindlessly flicking through channels in hopes of something jumping out at you. Something, anything, that would take your mind off of Jake. Or the lack thereof. You checked your phone again seeing the screen still blank.
This wasn't the first time you'd stayed back as they went on tour. There had been several tours you opted out of, whether it be to save space, take care of the house in his absence, or just to avoid the hassle of back to back travel in a foreign country. Being alone was something you were used to, but this was different. Something changed that night. You could feel it. You both could, and the distance between you wasn't just the miles anymore.
Three weeks had come and gone since he left. With a soft kiss on the cheek and the promise to be back soon, he left you on the front porch as Josh's car pulled away from the house. Those first few days were normal. Good even. A call came when he arrived in Denmark, waking you from your dead sleep as you were wrapped around his pillow. He sounded good, clearly happy to be back on the road. And while it wasn't that he didn't like being home with you, it's that the other half of his heart resided on the stage, and sometimes you thought that maybe that part of his heart was bigger than the part you occupied. You were fine with that, knowing he always came home to you and made up every second you spent apart.
You both noted the time difference, knowing that the prolonged stint overseas would cause a bit of difficulty in your communication, but it wasn't something you two hadn't dealt with before. He told you he would call soon, and you knew it would likely be a few days as they recovered from jet lag and got into a comfortable routine. At least, that's how it typically went. That, however, was the last time he called.
You stopped hoping for a phone call around the beginning of the second week. A few texts came in every couple of days to check in and let you know where in the world they were. He would ask about the house and make sure everything was okay before disappearing for another few days. You could feel the distance more than you ever had before. He felt so far away, and there was nothing you could do to get through to him. You just had to wait. You would see his face on social media, recapping shows or prepping the crowds for upcoming dates, each time causing your heart to drop into your stomach.
You tried not to think too much of his absence, keeping yourself busy with the house and seeing your friends. Normally you would spend time with the other partners while they were gone, but this time, everyone was there with them. Everyone but you. Your heart ached as you thought about the plans you'd made for off days and sights you wanted to see. You didn't dwell on it too much, it wasn't like he was going to do those things without you now.
Other free time was spent applying for jobs near and far, hoping to find something you enjoyed and were good at. Something you could put your degree to use for. You had worked your whole life until you met Jake, and once you moved in with him he made it very clear there was no need for you to work. He wouldn't have stopped you if you wanted to continue, but as time ticked on you started to understand what he meant. He wanted you to have the freedom to go where you wanted, be with him on the road if you wanted, and not have to worry about asking for time off. Your life was incredibly comfortable and he had made it so.
