this imagine is inspired by the song changes by xxxtentacion❤️long live x
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your pov
here i am again.
same situation as last night, the night before that, and every night before that.
it's 3 in the morning and i'm still waiting for him.
every night he tells me he will be back by midnight or 1.
but he never is.
being as hopeful as i am, i stay up and wait for him, thinking each minute that he will be home soon.
but he never is.
colby never used to be like this.
all he would want to do was stay in with me. we would watch movies and cuddle on the couch. he would take me to a party every once in a while, but he rarely wanted to go to them.
he would call me immediately if he found out he was going to be out later than expected.
but now, it's different.
he goes out to party every night. usually until 3 or later.
he doesn't stay home with me anymore.
he doesn't text me he loves me every few hours.
i know something's different.
but still, i haven't said anything.
i'm in denial about him changing. they say everyone changes, but i cant take it. i need colby more than he needs me at this point.
all of the roommates are asleep, and i'm here sitting on the couch, anxiously waiting for colby to come home.
i don't know if it's something i did. maybe i'm the reason he stays out each night. maybe i made him upset and he wants away from me.
but i don't understand it.
i check my phone as i hear the door creak open. 4:45, the latest he's been out.
i see his figure walk through the door, slumped over and messy.
his hair is rustled and his jacket is falling off.
i walk up to him as he tries to untie his shoes.
"colby." i mumble.
"hey baby!" he slurs out. he's so obviously drunk.
i untie his shoes and take his jacket off.
"where are we going?" he questions as i move him up the stairs.
"you're going to bed." i answer, obviously upset.
"and you're coming with me, right?" he smirks.
"no. not anymore." i shrug.
he looks at me confused. he's too drunk to process what's happening.
i walk back to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water for him.
i head back upstairs and exhale before going back in his room. it's tough seeing him like this, but he brought it upon himself.
"we will talk in the morning. for now, drink this." i push the water towards him.
"i love you y/n." he manages to slur out.
"i don't think you do." i whisper and shake my head. "lay down. close your eyes. i'll see you tomorrow."
i turn off the lights in his room and close the door.
i go back to the couch downstairs and find a blanket. i curl myself up and cover myself in the blanket. i close my eyes as a single tear falls down my cheek and i doze off.
the next morning
i'm woken to the sound of video games.
i open my eyes to see jake and aaron playing rocket league on the tv in front of me.
"hey, we didn't mean to wake you. sorry about that." jake says.
"it's fine, i needed to get up anyways." i shrug.
"why are you sleeping down here?" aaron asks.
"i'm having some issues with colby, which is what i'm going to go talk to him about now." i respond.
i walk up the stairs. i hesitate to open the door to colbys room. it's almost noon. he should be awake by now.
i open the door to find him sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone.
"hey" i start.
"thank god, i was just going to text someone to ask them to bring me some advil. my head is killing me." he says.
"that isn't why i'm here, but here." i grab advil out of my purse that lies on the floor. i hand it to him and watch as he takes it down with the water on his nightstand.
"we need to talk." i blurt out.
"alright, what's up?" he asks.
"colby, i can't do this. what did i do?" i ask.
"what are you talking about?" he questions.
"you're out every night until the sun rises. you never want to do anything with me anymore. you're so distant and act like i don't exist. everyone in the house can tell you have changed. it hurts." i exclaim.
"what the hell do you mean? i'm exactly how i was before!" he states, raising his voice a little.
"you never would go out and party this often. you'd stay in with me and we'd have fun together. you would always tell me when you'd be home, and you'd actually be home at that time."
"what, so i'm not allowed to live a little? i'm only young for a while! maybe i'm just trying to have fun with my life!"
"well maybe for you to have fun you shouldn't have me in your life anymore." i shrug, getting up from the couch.
"that's not what i'm saying y/n!"
"you didn't have to say it."
"don't you dare leave." he almost growls.
"i have to."
and i walk out of his room and out of his life.
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"baby i don't understand this,
you're changing, i can't stand it
my heart can't take this damage
and the way i feel, can't stand it"
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