Magcon Imagines

Jacob Whitesides

I sat on the bed and folded my clothes neatly into a box. My hair was a mess, I didn't even bother to move the stray hairs that fell out of my ponytail. I was dressed lazily in leggings and a t-shirt. The past week was hell and back for me, I closed my eyes and a tear fell. In the back of my mind I could hear us fighting in the kitchen, the cabinet doors being slammed shut and a pair footsteps stomping up the stairs while the other left the house.

The bedroom door swung open and I gasped, quickly wiping away the tear sliding down my cheek, "I thought you were working today?" I asked. He was wearing dark, black jeans and a flannel. I bought him that flannel for his birthday last year.

"It's my lunch break" he stated. I nodded my head, I should've remembered that. He stood in the doorway, staring at me with sadness evident in his eyes.

"I'm just packing my stuff up I'll be out in a few" I told him, finishing folding the t-shirt I bought while on vacation with Jacob. That was about a year after we first started dating. I struggled to smile, trying to show that I'm strong. On the inside everything was broken.

He nodded, "Yeah... yeah.." He almost whispered. His hands were stuck in his pockets, "Do you need help?" He asked. I hitched my breath, did I really want him to help move me out of our house. Before I could answer he was walking to the closet and bringing more clothes to fold and sat them on the bed.

"Don't you want to eat on your lunch break?" I asked quietly. When I spoke to him my heart broke even more. Looking at him reminded me of everything I had lost.

"I'm not really hungry" he told me folding the dress I wore to his family's Easter last year. We sat in silence, folding clothes and shoving them in boxes. The silence was agonizing for me, it just gave me more time to think about my past with Jacob. After and eternity Jacob broke the silence, "I don't want you to leave" he confessed, looking at me with his sad, brown eyes. My eyes widened in shock. I could feel my hands start to shake.

I was speechless as I struggled to find the words to say, "I don't want to leave either" I finally said. He gave me a half smile.

"I know we had problems but I don't want to give up on us" he said reaching for my hand. I was hesitant, trying to determine if this was me dreaming or real life. I shakily handed him my hand. He laced his fingers with mine and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now what?" I asked. He half-heartedly laughed and leaned in to kiss me. I accepted the kiss and our lips moved together. He laid me down on the bed and moved his body on top of mine, still holding himself up.

"I missed you" he told me, stopping the make out session. His face was extremely close to mine. He smelt like fresh laundry and apples, like he always does. I missed everything about him.

I smiled and closed my eyes, pulling his head closer to mine and breaking the gap between us. I gently kissed his lips, it's been awhile since I've kissed those lips, "I missed you too". He smiled and returned to passionately kissing me. My fingers were tangled in his hair. Suddenly his phone alarm went off, stopping us from anything further.

"My lunch break is over" he said, breathing heavily trying to catch his breath. We sat up and he started to leave. I caught his hand and pulled him back to me. My arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled him close to me. He had to lean over cause I was sitting and he was standing. I kissed him again and again until he finally had to quit so he wasn't late for work. "Unpack and we'll finish this up later" he told me with one final kiss. I nodded my head and watched him leave the room.

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