Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

^So Cold^ D.S

Flashback

"Oh my God!  Why can't you just understand that I can't do anything about it!" He yelled, throwing his hands in the air before lacing them together behind his head.

"I'm not asking you to do anything about it Daniel! I'm just asking you to understand!" I yelled. My voice cracked as I was on the verge of tears, my body shaked because I didn't like this side of Daniel.

"Well then why tell me!? What was the point!?" He questioned me.

"Because I wanted you to know how much I was breaking inside!" I spat at him, venom in my voice.

Daniels ex-girlfriend has been to hands on lately, hands on him.

"You're over reacting" He shrugged me off, not wanting to admit the fact that he was breaking me, slowly and painfully.

"Every night I come home to see her all over you, every night I come home from a long ass day at work just to cook for you two, some days I come home from work and I don't even find you. Some days I come home from work and you're with her in bed." Tears were now steadily falling down my face. He turned all his attention to me, a mix of emotions in his eyes, sadness, regret, guilt.

"I- can explain" He took steps closer to me, hands reaching out.

"I doubt there's a good enough explanation as to why I am treated more like your damn slave than a girlfriend! An explanation as to why you stopped caring, why you even kept me around, why I even love you anymore. Why I even tried." Grabbing my purse I walked out of the door, leaving Daniel calling my name, tears flowing down both our cheeks.

End of Flashback

I walked down the empty streets of L.A.

It felt weird, thousands of people on the same street but it seemed empty. Cold. Lifeless.

My world was grey, colorless, Lifeless. My smiles were nonexistent, laughs fake and empty. The people around me sensed it.

I missed Daniel,  he was my light,  my happiness, my world.

He was also my doom, my torture, my rekoning.

He was my demon dressed as an angel.

"Y/N?" I voice all to familiar called out. My head reluctantly moved up, looking ahead of me, Daniel James Seavy stood there.

His eyes were red, puffy, bloodshot with dark bags hanging from them. His stubble visible, he hasn't shaved since I last saw him, two weeks ago.

I hung my head low once more and shoved past him.

"She's gone. For good" He called after me.

"You can say that about me too" I told him before walking away from him.