dizza oneshots

goodbye.

Liza's POV
It's Saturday, and I just found out Freakish got a season 2. We got a season 2! I can't wait to start filming. Right back in the studios we all remember.
I get a call from the producer.
"Hey Liza, can do you have a minute?"
"Yeah!" I reply.
"So so excited we got a second season. Now, we obviously have to film this, right?"
Well no shit it's a tv show
"Well obviously? When does filming start?"
"I actually called you about where filming starts." He replies.
In the studios? Where else would it be.
"Well in the studios right?" I reply in a questionable tone.
"Not exactly the studios you remember."
So we're switching studios. Why's he making this such a big deal?
"We're filming in New York this season! They have the perfect places for stunts. Also, filming's gonna at least 9 months this year. So pack your bags, you're moving to New York!"
My heart drops.
"Oh yeah, cool! When exactly does filming start?" I reply.
"Monday! I'll see you there! Bye!"
He hangs up.
New York. 9 months. Monday.
Wow. What do I even think? What just happened? What do I do? I've been in LA for a year and a half, and everything I love's here. Everyone.
I hope to wake up, but I don't. This is real. I have to move to New York for 9 months. And I know I can't pass up this opportunity. This is my dream. I moved to LA to get opportunities like this. This is gonna tear me apart.
It'll tear someone else apart too.
How can I leave everyone I love behind? I've taken trips before, but none this fucking big. I'm gonna have to tell everyone.
I'm gonna have to tell him.
I hear a knock at my door that knocks me out of my thoughts for a moment. Then I realize who it is and fall right back in.
David.
How do I tell him? I leave on Monday. I can't wait. I can't ignore this.
I can't ignore him.
I answer the door.
"Hi babe!" he says. "I heard Freakish got renewed, I'm so fucking proud of you!"
He says, and gives me a kiss.
I'm gonna miss those.
He pulls a bouquet of roses from behind his back.
"David, you didn't have to." I say, choking back the tears.
I'm gonna miss surprises like these.
"Of course I did! The love of my life's tv show just got a whole other season. Man I'm so proud of you."
The love of your life has to leave because of it.
"I love you." I say, and a tear rolls down my cheek.
"Why are you crying? I know the flowers are nice and all but it really was nothing. $14.99 bargain at Ralph's, you should thank him!"
I'm gonna miss his little jokes like this.
"The flowers are lovely, but unfortunately it's not-"
"It's not daisies, damnit I knew I got the wrong ones."
He won't have that problem soon.
"It's not that-"
"Oh you wanted daffodils? Liza Koshy if you keep being this ungrateful I'll just take roses and toss em. Want some flour instead?"
He always jokes with me like this. I already miss it.
I laugh, but with laughter comes more tears. It makes me miss him more.
"David, I really have to tell you something." I reply, already drowning in tears.
"Baby, are you okay? I don't like seeing you like this."
You won't be seeing me at all soon.
"David, we're filming the second season in New York. For 9 months. I leave Monday." I say, and it feels like ripping off a bandaid.
"What?"
I already feel him crying.
"My producer called me today, and he broke the news. I have to move there for 9 months." I reply, nervous to hear what comes next.
"Are you serious? Liza, I can't go missing you that long. It tears me apart when you leave for a week."
Looks like you'll be torn too.
"It's either this or I give up Freakish, something so important to me."
If I go, I give up someone important to me.
"Are you serious? You're just gonna leave me for 9 months? What about me Liza? What about us?"
There come his tears.
"David, this is equally hard on me as it is on you."
Probably worse.
"If it's so hard, why try? You always leave me. One weekend your in Texas, then you leave for fucking Florida. Maybe New Zealand next weekend! I never know anymore! This tears me apart Liza, and I don't know if I can keep doing it."
I don't know either, but I know I want to try.
"David, listen. I know my career has been making things hard, but we've pushed through! We can go for 9 months!" I reply, feeling a sense of emptiness.
"Liza, 9 months? This is insane. You being gone constantly is already enough stress put on our relationship. I love you, and it's not easy to just drop you off at the airport every fucking day!"
What's he saying?
"David, there's facetime! And skype! And texting! And everything!-" I say, knowing none are the equivalent of being here.
Of me being here.
"That isn't good enough. I can't kiss you, I can't hug you, I can't hold you, I can't survive. My happiness can't. We can't."
My heart drops.
"David what the hell are you saying?!"
I know exactly what he's saying.
"Maybe it'd be better if we didn't."
My entire world falls.
"Wh- What?"
I say, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"I love you Liza! I love you enough to let you go. I don't want to get in the way of your career. I know I'm not nearly as important. I want you to succeed in your life. I want you to be happy. And if that means that I'm not a part of it anymore, then so be it. Because I love you Liza. I'm in love with you. And no matter how fucking hard it is for me to say this, I know it's the right thing to do. And I think you do too."
I don't. You're my happiness. You're important. I'm in love with you. I can't let you go.
"David I don't-" he cuts me off.
"You're clearly in a point in your life where I'm too much work. I don't want to put any stress on you or me. You need to do what you need to do. And maybe, if you're ready when you get back, we can try this again. Because no matter what happens to us, I'm always gonna support you. I'm always gonna love you. You're always gonna be the love of my life, and I want you to know I'm not doing this to hurt you, I'm doing this to help you. To help us. If you get back and you're ready to try again, I'll be waiting. I'll always be waiting."
He hugs me. And we cry. Together. My tears drench his shirt.
I'll be crying into my own soon.
"David, I love you. I'm in love with you. And I still will be when I get back. I promise." I say, choking on my own tears.
"Me too, Liza. Me too."
I'll be waiting. I'll come home from New York and I'll run into your arms. I'll be counting down the days.
We stand there, holding each other, neither one of us willing to let go.
But we just did.
"I know we just kinda broke up, but can I kiss you? One last time. It'll be a while until that happens again, if it does."
It will, David. It will.
"I thought you'd never ask."
He kisses me, with more passion and sadness than I've ever felt. I never want to let go. I just want to stay here, kissing him, but I know that I can't.
But I know I will again.
After the kiss ends, after what feels like forever. He's gone.
I'm gone.
I don't think I've ever felt such a great pain in my entire life. The love of my life is gone.
Not forever.
I fall down to the floor, drowning in my own tears. What just happened? Did I just let the love of my life, the one thing that always makes me happy, walk out that door? I've never sobbed so hard in my life. When will the fucking pain stop? It feels like it never will. It feels like someone ripped out my heart and tore it all apart.
Even that pain wouldn't be as bad at this.
I'm torn apart.