My Digital Escape One Shots

Just Another Love Story

A/N yes, this one is based off of Jeydon's song "Just Another Love Story" and yes, this is going to be sad as hell. I'm really good at making feelsy imagines, wouldn't you say?

P.S. it's in Jeydon's POV

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I...I couldn't live like this anymore. Everywhere I look, I see her smile. Everywhere I go, I hear her laugh. Every time I breath, I smell her perfume. I can't leave the house without seeing things that remind me of her, and I can't stay in the house because everything is her's.

I fucked up. I didn't treat her like I should've. I flirted with other girls, I acted like she was just another girl...every opportunity I had to prove she meant the world. I didn't deserve her.

I couldn't sleep, either. She haunted both my dreams and my nightmares. They made me lose sleep, and the loss of sleep brought strange thoughts. I got depressed, so I went to the doctor's and got medication. It made me feel...better, yet worse at the same time. Every time I went somewhere, I would feel happy, and I'd enjoy myself, but it seemed that every knife on the table, every balcony with little to no railing, every busy street seemed quite...intriguing.

I decided that I would stay indoors for a while. The outside world seemed to make me want to self-destruct, so maybe the inside world would be better.

But I was wrong.

Isolation was what I found to be my best friend and worst enemy. My mind always yelled at me that I was worthless and deserved to die, but my body told me that I would get better. I believed I would get better.

But I only got worse. I began having flashbacks, some of them worse than others. Flashbacks of the best times we had, and of course my mind saved the worst ones for when I was willing to do anything to get them to leave.

I had gone out to the shed in my backyard to grab some rope, something I had bought a while back to make a tire swing for her and I. As soon as I touched it, a flashback started.

"We should go to the park," she said, her head in my lap. I glanced down at her from the television, smiling slightly as I saw her looking up at me.

"Why?" I asked. "You and I both know the outdoors has people in it, most of them being stupid and annoying."

"Yes, but I haven't been on a tire swing since I was three and I want to go on one." She sat up, looking at me with hopeful eyes and a wide smile.

"Why the sudden interest? If you haven't been on one since you were three, why did you just now decide you wanted to go on one?" Her smile fell, and the small shimmer in her eyes dulled.

"I...I don't know. It just...came to me."

"Wanna know what just came to me? I haven't eaten since eight this morning. Wanna go get some Chipotle?" She shrugged her shoulders.

"Sure."

I cursed myself for being stupid, picking up the rope and going inside. I tied it into a noose effortlessly, sparking another memory.

"How the fuck am I supposed to tie this?" I asked, exiting my tent and walking over to where she was sat on the ground. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Need some help?" she asked. I nodded with a pout, plopping down next to her on the leave strewn forest floor. "Like this." She tied the knot expertly, making me frown slightly.

"How'd you do that?" I grabbed the rope from her, looking at the knot in confusion. She giggled, untying the knot and retying it to show me.

"See?" I nodded, untying it and tying it myself.

"How the fuck did I do that?" I asked. She giggled again.

"I've taught you some of my Girl Scoutish ways. Feel honored, I won't even show my brother how to do that."

"Can you show me how to tie other knots?" She smiled, nodding.

I smiled slightly, feeling tears springing to my eyes. I blinked them away, walking up the stairs and tying the rope against the railing. As I went to grab a chair, I felt another memory coming on.

"Careful!" I said, catching her before she fell.

"Thanks," she said. "I was trying to use the chair to hang that birthday banner we bought yesterday."

"I see that. You could've come and gotten me to hang it for you. I don't want you hurting yourself."

"It's not like you're much taller than me."

"No, but I'm definitely less clumsy." She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. I smiled, pecking her lips and allowing her to get back to her banner hanging.

I pulled the chair under the rope, getting up onto it carefully. I stuck my head through the noose, allowing a single tear to slide down my face as the last flashback - and probably the worst - I would ever have hit me like a ton of bricks.

"I'm so tired of your bullshit!" she yelled at me, throwing her clothes into a suitcase. "You don't fucking care about me. You probably love that slutty bartender down the street more than you do me."

"Why are you freaking out so much?!" I asked. "All I did was-"

"You made out with that whore right in front of me! I don't want any fucking excuses. I'm done. For good. All you've ever done is treat me like shit and I'm over it."

"Please don't leave me..." I begged. "Samm, please." She zipped up her suitcase, pushing past me and going straight out the door.

"I'm so sorry Samantha," I whispered, tears rushing down my cheeks. "I'm so fucking sorry."

I kicked the chair out from under myself, regretting my decision as soon as I couldn't feel the chair beneath me. I couldn't breath, I couldn't think straight, I couldn't comprehend anything except that I was dying and I'd never see Samm again.

'I'm so sorry,' I thought. And then everything went black.

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Welp, more sadness right here.

I hope I didn't break anybody, sometimes I become this dodge ball of pessimism that just hits people right in the gut. My friend Ricky once had to see the school counselor because of it.

I'll be making another one of these for Wallflower by Catching Your Clouds (or maybe for one of Johnnie EPs when they come out) and I might do one for that song Kyle said he was writing. Only cuz I love you guys <3

Also, this story has nearly 800 reads! Holy fuck! I started writing this, like, a month ago? You guys are the best.

Sorry I didn't update on Friday, I had band camp. And then yesterday, I'm babysitting a girl and she tired me out. Sorry.

Hope you enjoyed this.

Stay safe, stay strong, and stay beautiful my Lil bitchez.

Yours Truly,

Andromeda Leigh Barnett