Just A Daydream Away

I rolled over and aimlessly grabbed at the sheets before realizing the bed next to me was empty. I should be used to the empty sheets next to me by now. Zara was gone. She left and isn't coming back.

I got up and stumbled into the bathroom. I was a wreck. I had been ever since she left me. The circles under my eyes looked like makeup they were so dark and my eyes themselves held a dead expression. I need her back. She was my novocaine. She made everything okay but now that was brutally ripped away from me faster than I thought possible.

After making myself look less like the Grim Reaper and more like a human I decided to make myself breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and found an empty pantry once again. It didn't matter. Not much did since she left. I forced myself to eat something anyways. I didn't feel like having to go back to the hospital if I passed out from not eating again.

I lay on the couch and turned on the TV. I didn't have to be at work for another three hours so I had a bit of time to waste. I felt my eyelids begin to get heavy and after a slight struggled I once again succumbed to sleep. I hope I wake up in time for work.

I woke up in a cold sweat. I dreamt of her again. I dreamt of the good times. I dreamt of her holding my hand and giving me sweet kisses. I dreamt of her coming back to me and telling me she loved me. I need her to come back.

I glanced at the clock, which told me that I still had 45 minutes to get ready. I worked at a small diner down the street so I didn't exactly had to dress up. I eventually put on a little bit of makeup and my work shirt with my usual skinny jeans.

This would usually be when Zara would walk with me to the diner, but again, I should be used to being alone by now. She's been gone for a month now.

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I walked to the park like I have been doing after work a lot recently. I couldn't stay in the house because every single thing in that house reminded me of her. God, I miss her so much. I want her to come back but I fucked up and this time I can't fix it. There were no pretty words I could say to make her forgive me.

I began to walk back home when I was greeted with a familiar face.

"Hey, Madi!" LeAnn bound over to me and gave me a quick hug, which I gave a lame attempt to return.

"Hey, LeAnn." I put on the best fake smile I could force myself to form.

"What's wrong?" She was always one to call people out when they were down.

"Miss Zara." I said simply.

"Have you tried talking to her recently?" She asked me as we began to walk.

"No, she hasn't answered my calls or texts since she left. I haven't tried in like two weeks." I replied.

"Oh my god, just try and call her. Don't give up. She loves you so much and we both know how stubborn she is. She'd ignore someone for years just to prove a point." She asserted and she was right.

"Shit, I have to go. Promise me you'll call her?" LeAnn gave me puppy dog eyes.

"Fine, I'll see you soon." I smiled a little because in all reality, her little pep talk did help me a little. I knew Zara was stubborn as hell and with a push in the right direction she'd come around.

After I got home I pulled out my phone and after a mental debate I finally clicked the call button under Zara's contact.

"What the fuck do you want?" Zara had actually picked up this time. This was the first time she'd answered my call in a month.

"I want you back." I wasn't sure if I was over the moon that she picked up or wanted to die because of the disdain in her voice.

"I'm not coming back. You can't do this shit and expect me to come back just because you want me to." I could hear her rolling her eyes.

"Babe—" I started but was interrupted.

"I'm not your babe." She quickly corrected me.

"Look, I love you and I'm dying without you. I can't sleep or eat. I have no motivation and I miss you more than I could imagine missing you. I need you to come back." I whispered the last part as tears began to flood my eyes.

"Fucking prove it then. I'm sick of you saying sorry." She spat.

"How? What can I do to prove it? I'd buy you the world, Zara Dezerae." I whispered into the phone.

"Win me over again. Make me love you. Stop fucking up." She said.

"I will. Meet me at the diner after my shift tomorrow." I said confidently. She was giving me a second chance. I can do this.

"Whatever. I'll be there. Don't make me waste my time." She said with bitter disdain.

"Thank you--" She hung up before I could say anything else.

****

My shift was coming to an end and I was nervous as hell. I had picked out all of her favorites and I was determined to win her over again. I even had the shirt that she loved on me to change into after work.

After helping my co-workers with the last few things, I was finally free. I changed in the bathroom before I left and stood on the street corner where we always used to meet. I had her favorite flowers in one hand and a few of her favorite candies in the other.

After what seemed like hours but was actually only five minutes, I saw Zara walking up. She was gorgeous. She was wearing her favorite red converse that I adored and her favorite jeans. God, she was more gorgeous than I remembered.

"Hey." I said, breathlessly. She had taken my breath away, quite literally.

"Let's get this over with." She said as she folded her arms.

"I got you flowers." I held out the flowers I had bought before work.

"Yeah, thanks." She was trying so hard to pretend she didn't care and was unimpressed but her eyes didn't lie. She took the flowers regardless.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"Your favorite restaurant." I replied, smiling.

"Mama Dee's Pizza?" She tried to hide a hopeful smile but I caught it.

"Yup." I said and began to walk with her trailing behind me. Now I had her attention.

The walk there was a semi-uncomfortable silence. However, we finally got there and grabbed a table in the back.

"I'm sorry." I said shyly. I avoided her gaze and pretended to be looking at the menu even though I knew exactly what I wanted.

"For what?" She asked slightly bitter.

"Everything." I replied meekly.

"Thanks, that helps." She rolled her eyes.

"Everything I put you through. All the times I fucked up. Everything I did." I said.

"I'm not saying everything is okay now because its not but I think I can forgive you." She smiled a little.

"Thank you for giving me another chance." I said with tears blurring my vision.

"Just don't fuck it up." She said with a look of nostalgia on her face.

"So, will you be my girlfriend again?" I asked, hopefully.

"Of course." She smiled at me. I adore this girl so much.

"I love you, Zara." I said, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

"I know." She said simply.

Three months later

I woke up but this time the bed next to me wasn't empty. This time I didn't aimlessly grab at the sheets to find them empty. I found the love of my life next to me.

"Good morning, love." I kissed her temple. She giggled and rolled over.

"Good morning." She smiled her beautiful smile before kissing me.

"I love you." I told her.

"I love you, too." She replied.

Everything was back to normal. Zara was back and I was complete again.