Bizzle imagines

10. Grocery shopping(sad,cute)

Imagine based on The Worst by Jhené Aiko and Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood.

(Flashback): "I'm sorry Justin. I just can't do this. The media is getting to my head. It's screwing me up. I'm so sorry but you can't fix this, I have too" I grab his face with my hands staring him in the eyes as tears drip from his and swell in mine.

"I love you so much and I'm sorry...I gotta go" I sob kissing his lips firmly. I break apart from him with all my might.

"I have to go" I whisper, hot tears coming down my cheeks as I grab my suitcase and rush out of our house. I get in my car and speed off as I scream in anger and hurt.

"Don't forget me Justin, please don't" I mumble wiping the tears away.

(Present day): *1 year later* Its been hard without you. But then again I left. The media and paparazzi aren't bugging me as much but they are still hit on my trail.

I'm sorry I left, but sooner or later I was gonna blow up. I didn't want that for you or your career. I always wonder how do you deal with it? The fame.

I admire you because of how well you take it. Everyday I wanna contact you but I'm scared you've moved on already, forgotten all about me. And I don't blame you. But let me tell you I have certainly not forgot about you, never will.

I'm still living in LA. It reminds me so much of you and our memories. But yet I choose to stay. I'm starting to hate the beach but I stand in California with my toes in the sand.

I heard your on a break now. That believe tour was amazing and I'm forever grateful I got to spend the start of it with you.

I think this breakup hurt me more than it did you. Yet I'm the one who ended it.

Scanning the grocery stores shelves I see some oatmeal raisin cookies. I reach out and touch the box but stop when I realize there your favorite and your no longer in my life. I sigh and continue pushing the shopping cart down the empty squeaky clean aisle.

There is nothing more lonely than grocery shopping at 2am. Especially when your single and the terrible store music plays in the background. It's a slap in the face saying "hey your alone!".

I turn the corner and start down the next aisle. 5 more too go then I can eat a tub of ice cream while I fall asleep to sappy tv drama shows. Wow fun.

Let's look in the cart shall we? 2 tubs of Ben and Jerry's, jug of milk, apple juice, Caesar salad, and chicken breast. Yay(note sarcasm).

I lean my forearms on the cart railing and scan the shelves as I walk slowly past them. Peanut butter, nope. Spices, nope. Canned sardines,ew!

Suddenly my cart crashes into someone or something making me jolt back and widen my eyes. I notice I ran into someone else's cart coming from the opposite direction. They were giving the appropriate space but my tired mind made me slide into there lane.

"O my gosh sorry" I apologize backing my cart off the other persons. "It's fine" the persons deep voice chuckles. Why does that voice sound so familiar?

Looking up at the person I see a taller figure wearing jeans, and a baggy hoodie over the persons head, covering there face. My eyebrows scrunch in confusion and I look down at there shoes, Red supras. This mysterious person is reminding me too much of Justin. Even his figure looks like him.

"Justin? Is that you?" I question cautiously leaning a bit forward in curiosity. He takes off his hood exposing his familiar brown messy hair and removes his black shades, immediately staring at me.

A light grin covers his face and I take a step back in shock. Those familiar golden, hazel eyes pour into my soul.

He seems so unbothered and calm while I feel like I'm going to faint. "Hey y/n" he says quietly stuffing his hands in his jean pockets. My mending heart literally broke as I saw his face and heard his voice in person.