Peyton Meyer imagines

Leaving for the wrong reasons pt.2

Seven years. Seven years since Peyton left me and I had to give birth to a baby alone. It's definitely been rough doing this on my own. I think it's all worth though just to see my son smile everyday. I love my son.
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"Let's go Y/S/N. We don't want to be late for school, again." I was rushing around our apartment here in New York, trying to get Y/S/N ready for school. "I'm coming mom." He came down the stairs all dressed up, and cute. "Okay are you ready little man?" "Yep yep, big woman."

     After I dropped Y/S/N off for school I went to the store. I had to catch up on my grocery shopping. We need: eggs, bacon, ham, milk, orange juice, bread, and some cereal. I hadn't been able to shop lately because of work, and school, and Y/S/N.

     I was looking down at my list and pushing the cart. I didn't know that anyone was in the aisle, but I bumped into someone. I bent over quickly, helping them gather their things that they had dropped. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking."  "No, no it's fine." I knew that voice. I looked up and saw Peyton.

     "Peyton?"  "Y/N!" "Uh uh I gotta go." I quickly ran to the self checkout and finished. Then I grabbed everything and ran to the car as fast as I could. I didn't want to see him. Of all people to run into, it just had to be him. Seeing him just brought everything back. I sat in my car and started crying, and then I saw him coming out so I drove off. I'm not ready to talk to him. I don't know if I ever will.