Wilmer
I woke up and rolled over, my hands searching for Demi's waist but finding nothing but empty sheets. I let out a groan as I sat up and looked around the room, it was empty.
"Demi?" I called out, now concerned as I got up and looked around the suite, she was nowhere. My eyes zeroed in on a piece of paper on the table and I picked it up, reading it quickly.
Wilmer,
I know you're probably going to be mad,
But I got a flight and am probably in the air right now.
Last night was great, but I've got to get back to reality.
I'll see you on saturday.
-Demi
My fist crumpled the paper. You're damn right I'm mad. We finally made love last night, after two months, and it was amazing, for me. But from her? All I get is a 'last night was great'? It's like I'm nothing more than a one-night stand. I threw the paper against the wall, letting out a yell of frustration. I didn't know what was wrong with her but I needed to fix it. I couldn't understand why she was acting like this. I used to be able to read her like an open book with one glance, but now it's like she closed her book and locked it away. I didn't know what would become of us, or our marriage. How can I be with someone who doesn't even love me?
~*~
I walked into the house Demi and I had bought together, my chest still tight with anger at the way Demi had left me.
"Wilmer?" She came into my view, "I thought you were supposed to be home on Saturday."
I shook my head, walking past her, "They pushed my film day up to Wednesday so I got on a plane today."
"Oh."
I walked up to the bedroom and put my suitcase on the bed, beginning to unpack, Demi came and stood in the doorway, "Did you need something?"
She looked down, "I'm sorry... that I left."
I shook my head, "Don't worry about it... I guess it just settles who cares more."
"I do care." She whispered.
I gritted my teeth, "Somehow, it's hard for me to believe that."
"I'm sorry."
"You already said that."
"I know." She said quickly, "I can't even figure out a way to explain myself."
"Well." I glanced up, "You let me know when you want to actually talk about us. Until then, I guess we can go on pretending that nothing is wrong."
She went silent, and I finished unpacking, putting my suitcase up in the top of the closet. When I came out, she was still standing in the doorway, looking at her hands.
"Do you want me to order in for dinner?"
She swallowed, hard, "I was going to order chinese, but we can get whatever you want."
"Chinese is fine." I said, moving past her to walk into my office, "Is there anything else? I've got a lot of work to do."
Slowly, she shook her head, "I'll get your favorite."
"Yup." I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, breathing deeply as I heard her take a deep shuddering breath. I felt a pressure on the door and realized she was leaning against it too.
"I love you." She whispered, not realizing I could hear her.
"I love you too." I murmured into the wood, squeezing my eyes shut as the pain in my heart sharpened. I didn't want to fight, or let go, but it seemed to be the only option.
It was about an hour later when Demi knocked on my office door and poked her head in. Her eyes looked blank, but they were tinged with red, "The food is here."
I nodded, standing up, not saying anything as I followed her into the living room, where the white takeout boxes sat on the coffee table.
"I thought we could watch a movie." She murmured, "Kinda like old times."
I tried to smile, "Sure."
We sat down and ate pretty much in silence. It was tense, but that tension diffused when Demi put the movie on and we leaned back against the couch, so close our arms were touching. Demi brought her legs underneath her, and when I went to put my arms around her shoulders she tensed, and I let it fall to my side, my lip twitching in annoyance as I stared at the TV lamely.
"Will..." She began.
"Don't worry about it." I forced a smile, "Nothing's wrong, remember?"
Demi just looked at me with a sad expression, her lowly lip quivering a little, "Right."
I turned my attention back to the TV and kept my eyes trained on it until I heard her sniffle a bit. "Are you crying?"
Demi's hand darted up to wipe her face, "No."
The ache in my chest intensified and I sighed, "Why are you crying?"
"I don't know." She whispered, "I don't know what's wrong with me."
"What do you mean?"
Demi met my gaze, "I don't want to feel like this anymore. I don't want to fight with you."
"Demi can you please explain to me what's going on?"
She closed her eyes and tears leaked out, "I've been off my meds for a while... That's what has made me act so weird."
I sat up straighter, "What? Why the hell have you been off them? That's dangerous Demi!"
"I know!" She sobbed, "Wilmer you need to listen to me. I wasn't going to tell you because I didn't want you to be affected by something you didn't know about."
"What is it?"
Demi took a deep breath, "Please don't be mad at me." She looked up, "You can be mad at me tomorrow or something, but I really need you tonight and I don't know how I'm supposed to get through this if you leave me."
Now I was getting scared, "Demi... What happened?"
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