~Imagine~
There we were constantly arguing, every other day, we'd come home and argue with each other about nothing. Right now he was shouting at me for going to my friend's birthday party where he had promised to go. I had to make up an excuse for his absence though most of my friends didn't believe me, they didn't press any further. I couldn't take it anymore, the constant arguments, the constant lying, the constant distance.
"I've had enough, we're through. I'm leaving," I sigh turning away from him.
"Fine, leave, see if I care," he shouts.
I go up to my room and pack a bag of things for a night out. I walk out and he doesn't stop me, I tell him I'll come back to get the rest. I walk to my car crying as I call my best friend to ask if I can stay with her and she says of course. Somehow I make it to her house between tears with a clouded vision. Before I could knock she opens the door leading me in.
"What's wrong?" she asks bringing me in.
We sit on the sofa in her large living room. I tell her everything between tears as her fiancé walks in.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" he asks cheerfully before noticing my tears.
"Hey, hey, hey are you okay? What happened?" he asks rushing over to me.
"I think you should go get freshened up," my best friend says to both of us as she stands up.
"Yeah, I'll go to our room," he tells her as she glares at him.
"There's a fresh pair of pjs for you on the guestroom bed, go change and freshen up while I go heat up dinner," she tells me motioning me to go towards the guestroom, I nod.
I leave to go freshen up thinking of all the events that lead to me cracking. All the arguments, the little things that could have been avoided, the tears that escaped my eyes. I make my way to the dining room as see my best friend shaking her head at her fiancé. I smile at how perfect they seem. She notices me and smiles.
"Sit," she says pointing to the table as the doorbell rings.
"I'll get it," her fiancé says as she makes her way to me.
"Hey, how you feeling?" she asks sympathetically.
"Eh, been better," I shrug as her fiancé returns with him following.
He looks terrible, red puffy eyes, a guitar in hand. He doesn't say anything, props a chair and sits down. He strums the guitar, and starts singing It Will Rain by Bruno Mars.
"I'm an idiot, I'm sorry. I know we've been arguing for a while over nothing and I promise if you come back it will all change," he looks up at me hopefully.
"I'd be an idiot if I let everything go over a stupid fight," I reply hugging him.
"Does this mean you forgive me?" he asks.
"Yes," I reply smiling.
"I love you, I promise not to hurt you ever again," he says presenting a ring from his pocket.
"I love you too," I reply as he slips the promise ring on my finger.
