i didn't know you'd be here

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December 13th, 2023

Paige's POV:


The room is dimly lit by the soft glow of my phone screen as I sit cross-legged on my bed. I've been scrolling through TikTok for a while now, trying to distract myself from the mess of emotions swirling inside me. But tonight, the endless stream of videos and memes just isn't cutting it.


I stop on a fan edit that pops up on my feed. It's set to one of our favorite songs, Nobody Gets Me by SZA, the one Alex and I used to listen to on repeat. The video is a montage of us together—smiles, laughter, and the kind of moments that used to mean everything. I freeze, my thumb hovering over the screen, and I watch as the clips flash by, each one a reminder of what we had.


How am I supposed to tell you 

I don't wanna see you with anyone but me 


The video starts with a clip of us at the basketball court, me dribbling while Alex cheers from the sidelines. The next few seconds show us at a game night, laughing over a game of Kings. It's filled with little moments of us being us—carefree, happy, and completely in sync.


Nobody gets me like you 


A lump forms in my throat, and I can't tear my eyes away. I watch the video over and over, each repetition deepening the ache in my chest. The lyrics of the song contrasts sharply with the heaviness of my feelings, and it makes the memories feel even more vivid and painful. I remember how effortless it was to be with Alex, how comfortable and right everything felt.


How am I supposed to let you go 

Only like myself when I'm with you 


As I watch, the tears start to flow. The video is a montage of our best times, and it's hard to ignore how much I miss Alex. Every smile, every laugh, every touch feels like a distant echo of a happier time. My heart aches with the realization of how much I've missed her, how much I still love her despite everything that happened.


Nobody gets me, you do 


But as much as I long to go back to those moments, I'm also consumed by doubt. The argument before the game—the hurtful things that I said—are still fresh in my mind. I'm still not sure if I'm ready to forgive Alex, if I can trust her again after everything. The pain of that night lingers, and I can't help but question whether the relationship can truly be repaired.


I swipe through the video one more time, my fingers shaking slightly. I pause on a clip where Alex is looking at me with that familiar, loving gaze, and my heart twists. The sight of her so vulnerable, so open, makes the guilt and regret feel even heavier. I remember how things ended and how unresolved our last conversation was. I wanted to yell at her, to tell her how much she hurt me, but now, looking at this video, it's hard not to remember the good moments, too.


I close the video and set my phone aside, the weight of the emotions leaving me feeling both drained and conflicted. The silence of the room is almost oppressive, and I sit there for a few moments, trying to gather my thoughts. I'm angry with Alex, but I'm also heartbroken and confused.

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