Katy's P.O.V.
I walk through the vague streets of Los Angeles, admiring the beautiful architecture that laid before me. I've been having very slow, sad, depressing days lately and I needed to get out if the house for a bit.
I don't know, its only been a week and I'm already at that stage where I want nothing to do with him anymore. I've lost all hope in my love life and all hope in general. If he wanted me back wouldn't he have done it by now? I've got to admit, my past self would've taken him back in a heartbeat, but the new me, the new Katy was not going to let any man get in my way.
I stopped giving myself an emotional pep talk to stop right in front of my favorite little shop. It was called "Falling dream" cheesy I know but the content of this store always ceases to amaze me. I would get lost for hours just looking at little knickknacks. My favorite was the little heart that had a bow wrapped around it with "Enjoy the ride. Love the ending" sprawled across it. I don't know why its so interesting to me but all I know is that it was probably the most beautiful thing I've seen in a while.
I decided to not go in because I want to actually spend the day being productive.
As I walk away from the shop I see a bunch of people bunched up on the sidewalk. Its not unusual to see this in LA so I ignore it. There were paparazzi, adults, kids, etc.. All around. I glanced over to see who was over there when I caught a glimpse of something, something familiar.
My curiosity got the best of me and I needed to check it out. I walked over there, checking to see if I saw anymore familiar things but besides the paparazzi I saw nothing. I thought I might of been crazy so I walked away before anyone recognized me.
As I approached a small hilly park I took out my phone and began checking my twitter. I sat down under a large tree and began scrolling. My Katycats always seemed to make me smile, from "I dont like you Katy" to "you are my light". My heart wouldn't be as thankful if they weren't here.
As I was reading their heart touching tweets I came across one from John. I don't know how he just appeared under my notifications but I wasn't really to worried about it.
"I'm sorry" it read. I was having mixed emotions about this tweet. Of course it wasn't meant for me right? Right?
I couldn't shake the feeling that I was acting like "one of those girls" who make everything about them. Like it could be about the ant he killed yesterday or the person he accidentally bumped into this morning, what do I know?
I decided to stop stressing over it and continue not stressing over anything.
I logged back out of twitter, debating if I should leave or stay. My final decision was to stay. I laid my phone on the ground next to me and looked at my surroundings.
I saw children innocently playing on the swings and parents graciously laughing. I want that. I want to be that woman pushing her daughter on the swing. I want to be able to come home and put her to sleep and lay in my bed thinking how proud I am to be me, how proud I am to be the parent of a beautiful, kind, caring, precious little child. But not all things turn out how you think they will.
My legs begin to fall asleep so I stand up, shaking them in the process. I walk away letting all the thoughts in my mind float around.
Johns P.O.V.
I got back to LA earlier than I anticipated. Like 75% of my management and band got sick and they didn't want me catching anything so we all got let off a little earlier. Of course we'll reschedule it all but that's for a different time.
I walked around LA secretly wishing to "randomly" bump into Katy. This may sound creepy but I really need to at least try to fix things between us. What I did was a HUGE mistake and I regret it all. Unfortunately Katy will never know how much of a mistake it was.
I stop in front of a little café and decide to go in. I can already see the paparazzi forming outside and that gives me a little hint that I need to go quickly. I order a small coffee and leave. I have no where else to go because now I have cameras and questions thrown in my face.
"John why aren't you in tour?" One asks
"What kind if drink is that?" Another one yells.
"Where's Katy?" Yet another one asks. I've got to admit I was already starting to get annoyed by them. I walked as fast as I could to my car that was parked all the way down the street. Some were starting to leave but the same three stayed, asking the same questions over and over again, every so often they would switch up and ask completely un irrelevant questions.
I finally made it to my car, hopping in and watching the paps turn away. I lit the ignition and straitened my head. Just as I was about to leave I glanced over to the opposite side of the street I was parked on and saw a girl. After a couple seconds I realized it was my girl, well at least she used to be. She was walking like ten feet away from me didn't know. I couldn't get over how gorgeous she was, her hair blowing in the wind, her dress flowing naturally, and her hands delicately placed on top of each other hanging down in front of her.
I was debating whether or not to go over there, but then I realized, what would she do? How would she act? Of course she wouldn't act happy or excited to see the man who probably broke her heart. I know I wouldn't. I watched her walk, looking as glamorous as ever, totally unaware of how creepy I was being. My mind, body, and soul were beating me up over this but now, now that I know she's okay, they're giving me a break.
My mind was set. I decided to let her live her life freewill. She doesnt deserve a man like me. I mean look at me, I don't even have the balls to chase after the girl of my dreams. During all that internal debacle with myself I realized I was still watching her. I took my eyes off of her and turned my car on. I moved my head up to look at the road but catch a glimpse of Katy.. Looking at me. I froze. She was standing at the corner of the sidewalk looking into my sad eyes but as I looked back I only saw even more sadness. We were only a couple of feet away from each other but I couldn't pick up the courage to get my ass out of the car and go to her. I was close enough to her to see tears filling her eyes. Then like that, she turned away. I watched as she walked away into the light streets. I closed my eyes and went off. I hit the steering wheel, threw papers, and kicked my feet. I was aware of how childish I was being but I didn't give a fuck. I had the chance but my dumb ass didn't take it.
Katy's P.O.V.
I walked away from his stare only to find myself crying. I made this whole speech about how I wasn't going to let any man get in my way but look at me now, letting a man get in my way.
I couldn't help the tears flowing down my cheeks. Just when I thought I was tough, I find out I'm not at all. I just want to go home. I walk the couple of blocks to my car, hoping I don't run into anymore people I will regret seeing. My tears almost forcing my vision to fail.
Luckily I made it to my car without anymore unexpected surprises. As I ease into my seat I feel my emotions start to roll out of me even more. I didn't want to cry, I really didnt, but I couldn't help it. It was almost like I wanted him to come after me.
A couple minutes pass and I'm still shedding a good amount of tears. I hear it start to rain and that gets me even more down. I hear the rain hit the car, almost sounding like little taps, until I hear an actual tap. I don't really give it any attention because I could be just imagining things. I hear the strange tapping come again, almost like a rhythm. I lift my head up and see him standing there. John standing right there.
