Bizzle imagines

12. Talking to the moon(sad,cute)

Imagine based on Talking To The Moon by Bruno Mars.

I sit on the window sill seat in my bedroom. It's around 12pm and I'm feeling lonely and empty.

The bright full moon is staring at me in the pitch black sky. Somehow it gives me a pinch of comfort as I scan it with wide eyes.

I miss you so much, I hope you know that. Every night I sit here, silently and just look up at that big white light. Sooner or later I begin talking, sharing my problems and feelings.

Why did our relationship have to end like this? You just left, no explanation. You've never contacted me again but I see you on the news and internet. It's nothing like seeing the real thing. What have I done? Did I cause this? I'm hurt and mad at you but it doesn't mean I have stopped loving you.

Please, let me hear your voice. Let me touch you again and look deeply into your bright hazel eyes.

A few times I've been caught by neighbors seeing me talking to the moon. It's embarrassing to say the least, they probably think I'm crazy. Living alone doesn't help the fact that your gone. Gone.

I know your somewhere out there, somewhere far away.

Pulling my knees to my chest, a single tear drips down my cheek. I don't bother with wiping it away, I allow more to fall. That dreadful day you came home from the studio. You passed me on the couch when you went upstairs without a single word.

10 minutes later I decided to check on you, because it was oddly quiet. Entering our room I stop dead in my tracks seeing you zip up a suitcase. "Where are you going?" I ask worriedly walking closer to you.

You gave me a look, it was so blank and empty. No tears fell or words left my mouth. You grabbed your suitcase off the bed and quickly left the room. I followed after you panicking. "Justin, where are are you going?" I studdered following him down the stairs.

Without a single word you flung the front door open and disappeared into the night. I stood there in the entrance watching you speed off down the road. No tears came, I just stared into the silent, empty dark street.

Stumbling back I close the door and drag myself to bed, in shock. That was the end, no phone calls, no emails. Nothing.

What happened? I tried to contact you and others from the crew but no one answered. What is going on? Did I do something wrong?

Sitting here confused and shocked I stare longingly at the moon talking to it about anything that comes to mind. Your on my mind, everyday, every hour, every minute, every second. It's been 2 weeks since that day and I have zoned out everything.

My university work is falling behind and my mother is calling me nonstop. You don't understand how much that hurt, what you did broke my heart.

Not only am I hurt I'm confused. I don't know why you left. I've done nothing wrong, that's what's so confusing.

My phone goes off in my pocket scaring me half to death. I quickly pick it up, not looking at the caller ID. "Hello?" I croak keeping my eyes peeled on the moon. "Y/n?" The voice said. My eyes widened, this voice sounded familiar. "Justin?" I mumble feeling my hands shake. "Hi..." He said softly.

Tears rimmed my eyes and quickly they flew down my cheeks and I was sobbing. "Where have you been?" I cry out as my vision of the moon goes blurry. The other line is silent and I just hear my sobs fill my silent, dark bedroom.

"Where the hell did you go?" I raise my voice. The rage and anger is rising in me. "Can we meet up somewhere?" He says nervously. I take a sharp inhale "ok..where?" I say trying to calm myself.

*Moxies* I drive up to the restaurant feeling extra nervous. My hands are sweating and my knees are shaking. Reluctantly I get out of the car and lock it. Slowly I walk to the entrance taking some deep breaths.

Opening the entrance door I find him leaning against the wall, not seeing me. Somehow my anger rises again and I strut right infront of him and slap him across the cheek.

He looks at me with empty eyes and my eyes water. I rub my hand across his cheek, feeling bad but in a way he did deserve it. "I-I'm sorry" I stutter and rub a thumb over his red cheek. "No no it's ok, I deserved it" he states.

"Your table is this way" a waitress says behind us making me turn around to look at her. I follow her and Justin lags behind. We sit down across eachother and the waitress gives us menus before leaving.

"Justin-" "wait" he interrupts me. I stare at him intently feeling my heart shatter all over again. "I wanna explain" he says seriously.

I lean back in my seat and cross my arms over my chest. "Go on, this is what I've been waiting for" I say firmly and a tear drips down my cheek.

"Scooter-" "don't be blaming other people on your mistakes" I interrupt and knit my eyebrows together. "I left because I had too. It hurt me more than it did you, I'm telling the truth" he states.

I scoff "bullshit, you don't know what I've been through these past 2 weeks" I speak. "Scooter thought you were bad for my career. That's why you can't get ahold of anyone. They are being monitored by him" he explains.

"How am I bad for your career?" I whimper. "He just thinks having an relationship is bad for the fame, fans. He said it will bring down my career" he continues intertwining his fingers together and laying them on the table infront of him. Many thoughts are running my mind.

"I understand, you gotta have your career over me" I shrug understanding where he's coming from. He nods slowly. "But..why didn't you tell me this earlier? I've been so fricken confused about what was going on. You hurt me" I whisper the last part.

"I don't know, I thought it wouldn't hurt as much if i just left" he sighs. "Was I ever wrong" he croaks and looks at me with watery eyes.

"Why now? Why contact me now?" I question running a hand through my hair. "You needed to know what was going on. I've had so much guilt these past 2 weeks" he says softly. "Does scooter know your here?" I sigh. "Yes. He tried to hold me back. I couldn't y/n! It's not fair what happened to you, what I did to you" he admits and a tear drips done his cheek.

He wipes it away quickly and sniffles looking away and taking a deep breath. I grab his hand and hold it tightly. "I don't want us together if it will ruin your career" I state.

It hurts to not be with Justin but I don't want his career thrown away. "I'm not giving up on you" he says firmly and looks in my eyes deeply. I sigh "justin, your care-" "I don't care. I wanna be with you, forever. I wanna get married to you and have your children. I wanna see your smile every morning and see it every night. I love you y/n" he states grabbing my other hand.

My bottom lip quivers and my eyes scan his intently. "If scooter or anyone can't deal with it...screw them" he says confidently. I look down, not having the power to look him in the eyes.

"Y/n...what I did was wrong, I'll never forgive myself. I'm a jerk and a asshole for doing it. You didn't deserve it, at all. But I love you ok? I love you so much y/n y/m/n y/l/n" he says softly.

Later that night I went back to staring at the moon. I asked it what I should do. Should I take Justin back? Does he deserve my forgiveness?

The moon replied with "if you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it was meant to be". I silently argued "but I didn't let him go, he left".