Memories Begin With Goodbye (Jacksepticeye x Reader)

Chapter 19 - I'm Going Back To Los Angeles

In the months that followed, things between me and Jack began to get a bit different. Not in a good way either.

We began ignoring each other and not talking most of the time. Jack would always make dinner, but I would never thank him. I would come home from my new job teaching 7th grade pre-algebra and Jack would never say "hi" or "how was your day."

It seemed weird, like this wasn't supposed to happen. Before we were engaged, we always talked, we always asked each other how their day was, we'd always say thanks for everything, and we'd rarely be apart.

But changed began to make us so.... Stressed. Stress leads to frustration. And one night, it got really bad.

I had come home from work and took my shoes off by the door. I set my purse and keys on the counter. Jack was in the kitchen making dinner.

"How was your day?" Jack asked for the first time in months.

"Shit." Was all I said.

"What's gotten into you these past few months? We used to talk, we used to be in love, we used to be happy. What happened?" Jack asked.

"What's wrong? You think I haven't noticed the way you've been acting lately? You've been acting really weird a few weeks into us being engaged. You've been sneaking out. I heard it. All the damn time." I said. Before I could continue, the door opened and a woman walked inside. She had long black hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a purple dress with purple heels and white tights.

"Jack? Who's this?" She asked.

Jack froze. We both looked at him as his eyes grew wide.

"(Y/n), I can explain. Amanda, why are you here?" Jack asked the woman.

"I came over to see you. Why else?" Amanda replied.

"Who the hell is she?!?" I yelled at Jack.

"(Y/n), Amanda is just-" I cut him off.

"No!! She's not just a friend! She's just a replacement for me, isn't she?!? I'm sick of her, I'm sick of you, and I'm sick of this stupid engagement!" I took the ring off my finger and set it on the counter. I let some tears fall. "Goodbye Jack."

"(Y/n), please don't go!" Jack chased me out the door into the night.

"I told you I'm done with you. I'm not coming back if that's what you wanted. So just leave me alone. I'm going back to Los Angeles." I said, running back into the house and up the stairs to our bedroom.

I grabbed all of my clothes, makeup and left behind all but one picture of me and Jack. I threw it all into a suitcase and ran down the stairs. I grabbed my phone, charger, purse and left the house keys and car keys behind.

I looked at Jack one last time and walked the five minutes to the airport. I had an instant pass to get on a flight to LA, so I used it. I boarded the plane, sat by myself and cried.

What happened to us?