Just can't seem to get over the way you hurt me.
"Today, for the two of you, we have prepared a side by side massage to get you relaxed, then a four course lunch, and to end your day we will be taking a zodiac ride around the Napali coastline," their private tour guide explained as Demi and Wilmer sat down for breakfast at complete opposite ends of the table. Demi was trying as hard as she could to keep her distance from him after she had woken up completely wrapped up in his arms like they weren't technically broken up. Like he hadn't cheated on her.
"That sounds lovely," Demi put on her best smile before taking a sip of her mango juice while Wilmer nodded in agreement. She cut up a strawberry crepe and stuck a piece into her mouth as the tour guide looked between the two of them.
"Well I'll come and get you when it's time for your massage. Swim wear will be fine attire," the tour guide gave a brief nod before exiting the breakfast room, disappearing down the beach as silence engulfed the broken couple.
"Are we gonna talk about-"
"Nope," Demi kept her eyes on her half finished plate, biting into a piece of bacon as Wilmer rolled his eyes.
"Do you wanna talk about-"
"Nope," Demi repeated, crossing one leg over the other. Wilmer's fork clanked against his plate, his narrowed eyes locking with Demi's. She simply raised one of her perfectly arched eyebrows and set her fork down as well.
"I just don't know what you want from me, Demi. You said you were getting over it and yet you're still treating me like this. I don't even understand the point of us coming on this trip," she winced as she realized that everything he was telling her was true. She did tell him that she was getting over it. She did tell him that she had forgiven him because she had forgiven him. But she couldn't forget. How could she when there would be an everlasting reminder of his continuous mistake everywhere that she looked?
"I don't want anything from you. It seems as if you've given everything to your little side whore. I just want us to get our money's worth on this damn trip and if that means we have to pretend like we're the happiest couple in the world then so be it. But as for the little mistake that you made, the mistake that won't ever go away, I don't wanna talk about it. I don't wanna discuss it. Now is that okay with you, babe?" The way that she sneered the once affectionate pet name that they had for each other nearly made Wilmer jump out of his seat. She pushed her chair back, stood up, and threw her napkin onto her plate.
"You didn't finish eating," Wilmer noted, but Demi was already halfway out of the room.
"I lost my appetite."
"How long have you been throwing up for?" Dallas asked, combing her fingers through Demi's short brown hair as she rested her head on her lap, switching between running her fingers through Demi's hair and wiping her tears away.
"Like a few weeks. I'm always sick so I thought it would just go away and it didn't," Demi sniffled, using the bottom of her hands to clean her face. She had just finished throwing up and she had the most disgusting taste in her mouth.
"The tests should be ready by now...what are you gonna do? You have a world tour coming up and Wilmer is always gone," Demi nearly broke down again as she was reminded of her current circumstances. Her and Wilmer were way too busy and had way too many things going on for something like this to be happening right now.
"Where is he now?" Dallas asked as Demi sat up so she could go look at the tests.
"He just got back in town. He should be at his house. I'll go over there after this," Demi wasn't one to put things off. If this was really happening, she wanted Wilmer to be the first one to know. He deserved to know.
