joji miller imagines

alone

your pov

breakups were hard, splitting up with the love of your life is hard.

one of the hardest parts of splitting up with your partner, is being alone.

and now, you were alone.

one of the hardest parts about breaking up with joji, was sleeping alone, in your big bed.

it was weird not having him wrapped tightly in his arms, and not having little kisses on your face before you both fell asleep.

it was now 2am, and your bedroom window was open, causing a cold wind to blow through your empty apartment.

you were sitting up in bed, propped up on a stack of pillows. out of habit, your hand reached over to jojis side, but there was nothing there, except cold sheets.

you missed him, so so much. he was your sunshine, and now he was gone. you were not the one who wanted to breakup, and if it was up to you, you would stay together forever.

but joji was busy with work, and he felt bad leaving you all the time, and he said how you two were falling apart, but you didn't think you were falling apart, you thought you were fine, better than ever even.

you were dumb, naive, and a stupid love sick girl who just wanted to find a boy who loved you, and you had found him. well, you thought you had.

when you announced your break up, and told your friends and family, everyone was suprised, no one expected it, hell, you didn't even expect it.

you suppose he was right about you two spending more time apart than together, you worked as an editor for a popular fashion magazine in brooklyn, and it took over a lot.

but, joji was always your number one priority, and you thought you were his, but you were wrong.

your apartment, which used to be filled with jojis album covers, stupid nick nacks he brought back from trips, and the sound of you two giggling, or cooking, or even singing obnoxiously to his music.

and now the apartment was empty, cold and sad. it just felt lonely, you even considered getting a pet or something, just so you wouldn't feel so alone.

as much as you didn't want to admit, you checked his social media fifty times a day, and he looked like he was living his best life.

his friends, hot models and fun, new experiences were all over his instagram and snapchat. those feeds used to be filled with photos of you, with cheesy captions, which you pretended to hate, but in reality, you absolutely adored.

you were tired of crying, that's all you had been doing for the past couple weeks. and you were sick of it.

anytime you were sad or broke over something, joji was the first person you would go to, but what happens when the person you go to help your pain, was the one who caused the pain in the first place?

it was horrible, but sometimes you wished you had never met joji, because then you wouldn't be so heartbroken, then you wouldn't be haunted by all the good memories, the sunday morning breakfast in beds, or dancing in the moonlight deep into the hours of the night.

it looked like he didn't care, was the past 3 years of your life nothing? did they mean nothing to him? because they sure as hell meant something for you.

it was pathetic how you were curled up in bed, clutching a sweater you left behind with all your might, but you missed him, you missed him so much.

maybe he was right, maybe it was for the best. but it sure hurt like a bitch for now, he was the love of your life, who once brought so much happiness and light into your life,

but now, you were all alone.

y'all my sister just came into my room and this dumb bitch got fucking 'stay wild' tatted on her ass, ARE U KIDDING ME

anyway hope u enjoy

all the love, xx

-L.L