Daniel Howell Imagines

Is There Ever A Happy Ending?

'Is There Ever A Happy Ending?

It was dark. The only source of light was the TV, playing some MTV show that nobody cares about, the wind was howling outside as the rain harshly hit the window. Another day where I'm crying my eyes out. Another night full of sadness. One question remains in my head

"How can you forget somebody that meant the world to you, but you didn't mean anything to them?" Easy question, easy answer. Though some may contemplate whether or not to say the answer out loud in fear of making the situation worse, its dead simple, you really can't. If I wasn't in the situation I'm in now, I'd be the one telling you to get over your heartbreak, that there are plenty of other fish in the sea, that he doesn't deserve you. But now that I know how it feels, I kind of feel like a hypocrite. I really can't forget about him, the memories forever burned into my brain, and there they will remain until the end of time. I can't get away from them, terrified to close my eyes again in fear of the image of the beautiful dark chocolate eyes, and the luscious brunette locks would pop up into my mind. Scared to dream about him to one more night. These memories are like a kaleidoscope of colors, all warm and all extremely bright.

I can't forget about him and I can't let him go. I don't want these memories anymore, they hurt way too much. I wish that I could forget about all these stupid little things, like the way he would hold me close to him as he would sing me to sleep after I had a nightmare, and there, I would remain, trapped in his arms, and being held extremely close to his chest until the morning.

These memories I cannot escape. Maybe trusting him and breaking down all my walls was the biggest regret I had ever made, but I don't regret him. In some sort of weird twisted way, he taught me an extremely important lesson in life. He taught me not to fall in love too fast. He taught me that people will put on a mask and pretend to be someone they're not. He taught me that not everyone in life is going to live up to your expectations and that they won't keep all of their promises. He also taught me that not everybody is as faithful as they seem.

As a kid, I lived in a fantasy world. I always thought that when, when I found the right person, everything would be magical, everything would be great and I'd never get hurt. That, the bad guy would be easy to spot and my prince charming would sweep me off my feet and save me, I thought my life would be like a movie. But in reality, the bad guy isn't easy to spot, because he's not wearing a cape like in those movies, instead, the bad guy is the one that has a smile that could light up the damn town, he's the one with the warm eyes, that when you just stare into them you melt, he's the one with the great hair, that when you tangle your fingers into them, it feels soft and amazing. Not only all that, but he's the one that will also steal your heart, and he'll play it like a goddamn fiddle.

I can only blame myself for falling for him. There really isn't anyone else to blame but me. I chose to let him catch me when I was falling, but he didn't catch me, he let me hit the hard, cold ground, and let me lay there as if I was nothing.

My phone lit up and started going off on the nightstand next to my bed. I read the words that came up across the screen. It was him. This was the first message I had gotten from him since he walked out that door.

'I am so, incredibly sorry. I regret everything. I want you back. I want you to be in my arms again. I want to be able to kiss you whenever the hell I want. I love you. I love you so goddamn much that it hurts! Can you please take me back? I can change, I promise'

As much as I would love to be back in his arms again, as much as I would love to feel his plump pink lips on mine again, the decision is difficult. He hurt me. He hurt me so much. But I can't live with or without him.

I probably shouldn't have felt the way I did when I was with him. Falling in love with someone I know I shouldn't be in love with. When everything turned toxic and sour around me, he was the one I would run to. But that's just it. He knew that I would break down all my walls just to let him in. He knew that I trusted too easily and forgave too quickly. And I knew that when we were still together, but when we were apart, just taking one glance at his name in my contacts would send me in frenzy, wishing he would just message me already. But now, when I look at him, just the slight photo could set me off, and when I think I'm getting stronger, just looking at him, makes me go back a few steps to the start. I just couldn't help the way I felt about him, and still feel about him. And it hurts, it really freaking hurts to feel this way. I don't know if my heart is breaking anymore, it's just a feeling I've gotten used to, and now I don't know the difference.

I have to make a decision; I have a choice to make. But- I don't know what to do. This is all so confusing. I could just imagine him now, pacing around the living room, with his head down, pulling at his hair in frustration as he awaits my call or message back, he's probably thinking he made a mistake sending that text. I want him back, believe me, I would give ANYTHING to get him back, but I know that if I accept his offer, I'm just going to set myself up for another heartbreak and another goodbye.

I think it would be better to do this face-to-face. I get up out of bed, and wipe the stale tears that were running down my face; I make myself look a bit more presentable, I grab my keys and go. It's about a 20 minute drive to the apartment I blatantly remember, all too well. I pull up into the driveway. What am I doing? Why did I talk myself into doing this? I sit in the car for a good 15 minutes before getting out. I walk as slowly as I possibly can up the stairs, my palms sweating and my whole body shaking. This was a bad idea; I knew I shouldn't have done this. But I've made up my mind, and this decision is final, there's no going back now. I hesitantly knock on the door, a few seconds later; I'm met with the man I once called my own. His sad brown eyes told a story of regret and heartbreak. His hair develished on his head, scruff on his jaw which indicates he hasn't shaven in weeks. I almost felt sorry for him.

"Oh my gosh! You're here! I am so sorry, I did all that stuff to y-" I cut off his rambling by pulling his lips on top of mine, in a sensual kiss that could have lasted forever

"One more chance. That's all you're going to get. No more games. We're going to do this. This is your final chance" I saw the smile come up on his face when I spoke those words, he places his lips on top of mine again, and pulled me into his house. One final chance is all he needed. Everybody deserves a second chance. I guess, sometimes there are fairy tale like endings. You've got to have the rain, before you can have a rainbow. I got my prince charming back.

A/N: Yeah, I know that was EXTREMELY cliche, and really bad. But it was my creative writing assessment for my Literature class last year, and I "casually" stumbled upon it (tbh i had to find it because i had to reference something important for it) and I decided to post it up. So yeah, i hope you guys liked it. ALSO THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 700 READS IT HONESTLY MEANS ALOT