Demi Imagines 3.0

Whirlwind

Love can spin like a whirlwind, but it can also stop just as suddenly.

You talk for hours. The first moment you spoke with her, you felt this connection that you'd never felt before. It was like a spark ignited and started to grow brighter and brighter within you. You couldn't contain it, and when it burst forth, it engulfed you in its flames.

You were utterly obsessed with her. You hoped the feeling was mutual. The day you asked her out, you were even more nervous than normal.

"Hey!" she said, coming to sit beside you in class. This class was your favorite because she was always with you. In your mind, this class was equated with seeing her.

"Hey," you replied, your heart starting to do jumping jacks in your chest. You smiled as you looked into her gorgeous brown eyes. She brushed her hair behind her ear and leaned forward as she pulled in her chair.

"How are you?" she asked, looking to you properly. She looked especially gorgeous that day; you're not sure why.

"I'm good." Your stomach fluttered. "You?"

"Great. You look nice today," you commented, and she grinned.

"Thanks. You, too."

Your heart wouldn't stop racing. Your face felt hot. You wished you wouldn't get so nervous around her, but you couldn't help it. You just liked her so so much. You hoped she felt the same way.

"Do you want to go out with me?" you asked before you could chicken out and leave the class.

You never thought those books that said "her face lit up" were being realistic. You couldn't imagine someone's face lighting up. Only her face did exactly that. It's as if light radiated off her skin, her expression complete happiness.

"I would love to," she said, her eyes sparkling. You were seeing this right in front of your eyes; you couldn't believe it.

"There's this new coffee shop near my house," you said, and she nodded.

"That would be great."

———

Your first date was magical. You couldn't take your eyes off her. You wanted to hold her hand, but you refrained. You left that for the second date.

Your second date was even more amazing than the first. You held her hand.

It was a snowball of emotions. It grew bigger and bigger and bigger until it all overflowed and you were just glowing with happiness.

She was the same way—at least that's how it seemed to be.

"I'm having such a great time," you said on your third date.

"Me, too," she said, looking into your eyes and making your heart skip a beat. She was wearing a simple black dress and yet she looked so gorgeous that you couldn't believe how she could be real.

You trailed your hand down her arm, feeling her soft skin. Your hands met, and your fingers intertwined with hers. It was a movement so natural that it seemed as if the two of you had been doing it for years. But it wasn't. But it's the feeling that counts.

———

Two months together. Two beautiful months together. Your love for her has only grown. You've become closer—or so you think.

Her heart has strayed, but you cannot see it. Her mind is away when you speak with her, but you pin it on her being tired.

Her eyes aren't on you anymore, but you pretend not to notice.

You ignore all the signs until it cannot be ignored anymore. It hits you full force when she says, "I've met someone else."

You don't know what to say. What can someone say when something like this happens? "I understand"? But you don't. "It's okay"? But it's not.

"I'm sorry," she says, her face filled with emotion. "It's not that I don't love you. I really do love you. Only I can't do this anymore."

"If you say 'it's not you; it's me', I will literally punch you," you say, only half joking. You wanted it to sound light, but your voice is heavy.

"It's not you or me. It's the universe."

At this, you scoff. "You're just trying to take the responsibility off yourself. The least you can do is to own up to your mistakes," you say. You words are cold, but your heart is breaking slowly.

Until she shatters it completely. "Maybe you're to blame, too."

How could she say such a thing? All you've ever done is love her unconditionally.

"How? How is this my fault?"

"You can't blame me for my own feelings."

"But I can blame you for your actions."

She falls silent.

You don't want unsaid things to be assumed. But there's nothing left to say now.

"Get out."

She complies. She leaves your home and your life. Forever.

Only a memory of the times you shared are left.

And even those soon dissipate like smoke until you can't even remember the sound of her voice.

Perhaps it's for the best.

At least that's what you tell yourself.

A/N

My love life

And life in general

Is wild as shit