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jeremy jordan || you took my life with you

You and Jeremy Jordan had met long ago, in your years before you had both made it big on Broadway. It was during an audition, in which you were both auditioning for the other's love interest in the musical.

Needless to say, you hit it off quickly and exchanged numbers right away.

Your friendship flourished as you each got parts in completely different musicals. Jeremy playing Clyde off-broadway, and you as Cathy Hiatt in an off-broadway revival.

You hung out countless times, at the bar, at his apartment, at your friend's housewarming parties. You made everyone believe you were a soon-to-be couple, but played it off as if you weren't simultaneously falling in love with one another.

Eventually, the storyline played out in which he confessed his love with your favorite flower and you kissed each other out on the doorstep of your apartment.

For the two years after that, you spent so much time together as a couple. A lovely couple. Many romantic dates, many plans to move in together and make a family.

He had even proposed.

And then his career began flourishing in a different aspect than just musical theater. In the acting community.

He was now based in Los Angeles much more than in New York City. You were still acting on Broadway as a swing in Wicked when you split up with him.

You called him in a fit of tears on night, exclaiming that him being gone was too much and that you couldn't marry someone you rarely saw.

Five years later, and you still had him on your mind. You were engaged again, to someone you still weren't sure you loved.

When your fiancé kissed you, you thought only of Jeremy and his lips. The way he would cup your cheek, and hold you by your hip, and bite down gently on your lip. Then smile and laugh against your flesh, pulling you down with him to cuddle up and watch something on the tv.

When your fiancé held your hand, you felt Jeremy's warm fingers intertwined with yours. How he would wrap and arm around your shoulder and pull you close and grab your hand and hold it. His thumb would run over your knuckles, give you goosebumps, offer his coat to you.

You regretted every decision you'd made five years previous to present day.

But now you were wedding dress shopping, and being tucked into a corset. Your mom was complaining about, "possibly hitting the gym before your wedding..." and your sister-in-law grappled on about how ugly each of the dresses you tried on was.

By your fourth dress, she had moved on out of the dressing room and was looking for herself, though she was a teenager. And single.

You sucked in a breath as the dressers zipped up your gown. You felt the silk material of the Cinderella styled gown underneath your fingertips. It seemed the familiar. The lace detail that ran under your hand was known to you.

It was when you stepped out in front of the dozens of mirrors when it hit you. Your mother glanced up from her phone to see your dress and the grin on her face faded.

Your face was frozen in shock, your fingers picking at the broken skin of your lips. Your mother stepped up into the platform with you, taking your free, shaking hand in hers. The dressers realized they were in an awkward situation and went away into your room to sort dresses. You gripped your mom's hand and began to cry softly.

Five years ago, you went dress shopping with your mother for you and Jeremy's wedding. This was the exact dress that you had planned on buying.

You didn't know what to do with yourself as the tears poured down your cheeks. You sat down on the platform, beginning to feel your shoulders shake as you sobbed. Your mother wrapped her arms around you and held onto you tightly as you lost your composure.

You wrung your hands out, squeezing your eyes shut tight, and spinning the ring around on your finger. You suddenly popped it off of your ring finger and set it down beside you.

You didn't want to marry this man who nearly felt like a stranger. You didn't want to be dress shopping for a wedding you were already planning on not showing up to. You didn't want to be with anyone else except for the man you had been in love with.

"Oh, honey-" your mother went to speak as she noticed the ring you and set aside. "Let's not get crazy here and call off-"

You stood up from her hold and picked up the bottom of the dress in your hands. You swiftly walked out of the dressing rooms and found the bathroom all the way across the department store.

You sped up your pace as you neared the facilities, which were next to the other set of dressing rooms. You heard a familiar laugh sound from the area and your head snapped to the side.

Your heart stopped as your eyes fell onto those of your ex-fiancé. He recognized you immediately, feeling shocked and overjoyed and in love all over again.

You didn't realize that his sister was standing in front of him in her chosen dress, and your mind filled with the thought that he was moving on. More tears fell from your eyes.

He excused himself from his family as he sped across the floor to grab your wrist.

"(Y/N)?" Jeremy gently turned you towards him. "Is that-?"

When you had broke it off between the both of you, you sent him the photo of your dress. Solely for his interest in what it would have looked like.

"Yeah," you breathed in deeply and let out a soft sob.

"And you're-" he glanced you up and down, spitting an empty finger.

You shrugged, cutting him off with, "I don't know."

"Why?" Jeremy frowned somewhat, his heart hopefully that you missed him, too.

"Because if you, Jeremy." You retrieved your hand from his hold and shut yourself in the bathroom.

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