Dolan Twin Imagines

Aniversary {G}

I watched as the red wine in my glass swished around and around, distracting me. I click the home button on my phone revealing the time, 9:58 p.m. I gently remove the napkin from my lap and stand up to blow out the candle.

I push in my chair and flatten out my dress and start cleaning up the table. I put the clean dishes back in the cabinets and I put the non eaten food in the fridge.

I felt a tear fall down my cheek as I walked up the stairs to our bedroom. I examined myself in our full body mirror, the black slick dress that hugged my body, the black heals that made my calfs pop, the hair that took me an hour to do and the makeup that took me forever to make so perfect yet natural, just how he likes it.

This was all for him, and he doesn't even have the dignity to remember... Tears stream down my face, ruining my makeup.

3 years... He forgot our 3 year anniversary, I waited for 2 hours, sitting at that table watching the minutes tick by. Patiently waiting, repeating it's not his fault, he didn't forget, that something came up that he couldn't make it.

But he didn't text me, saying I'm going to be late, or rain check something came up, or even a happy 3 year anniversary baby, I love you!

I wiped away the makeup that smeared across my face, I slid off my dress and shoes, and through my hair up into a messy bun.

I put on shorts and a comfy t-shirt and crawled into bed. I glimpsed at the clock on my bedside table, 11:06 p.m.

I stared at the ceiling, coming up with scenarios for why he's still not home. It's a Saturday so he doesn't have to work, he didn't text me, and he left before I woke up this morning.

I try to think positive that he's out getting me every rose he could find, or he's out getting a ring to propose, or he's out setting up the perfect anniversary dinner but my mind is drowned out by that one thought....

He's cheating on me....

I roll onto my side away from the door, letting the tears fall down onto my pillow. I close my eyes and push myself to sleep so I can forget this day, forget everything....

Just like how he forgot our 3 year anniversary....

I woke up to the sun shining on my face, blinding me. I roll over in attempt to get away from the sun only to notice he never came home. His side laid untouched and cold...

I crawl out of bed and force myself not to cry. I trudge my way down the stairs and look around, it doesn't feel right anymore, it doesn't feel like home.

My heart ache started to turn into anger, making my blood boil. I grabbed my phone and clicked his contact.

I listened to the constant, annoying ringing until it went to voice mail.

I called three more times, still no answer.

I opened his messages and started typing

Y/n- "Are you okay? You never came home last night, you never told me where you were going, you never texted me! I'm starting to get worried, please call me when you get the chance!"

I watched as it sent but he never opened it, I sat my phone down and I went to make breakfast.

Time started to fly by, seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned to hours. I went all day doing little stuff around the house waiting for that phone to ring, or for him to walk through the door, but he never did...

I watched my phone intently waiting for the one call, until eventually I had enough. I stood up and was about to walk away when my phone started ringing.