As much as I wanna trust you I know it ain't the same
"I don't think we can do this anymore..."
"What?" Wilmer questioned, taking a step back and furrowing his eyebrows as Demi deeply inhaled before locking eyes with him. His deep chocolate eyes used to make her melt and swoon but now they only caused her pain. She couldn't do this anymore. It wasn't healthy for her.
"We can't...we can't date anymore. We can't be together anymore," Demi said, growing more confident in her words as she reached the end of the sentence.
"Being around you and her and knowing what you did just hurts. It hurts all the time. It feels like there's this giant weight sitting on top of my lungs. I can't breath when I'm around you, Wilmer. I can't do this anymore," she pushed herself off of the floor and walked around him, placing her hand on the knob and turning it until he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
"Demi, please. I love you. I've changed my entire life and my entire attitude around for you. We can't just throw that all away. You can't just throw that all away," Wilmer pleaded, using the hold that he had on her hand to tug her towards him but she defiantly shook her head.
"If you changed so much for me why would you throw all of that change away by sleeping with Eiza? Why would you do that? I would never do that to you," Demi questioned as Wilmer exhaled and pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. He didn't have a solid explanation for his mistake because no excuse or reason would be good enough. His actions were inexcusable and though Demi loved him with all of her heart, she just couldn't be with him anymore.
"I trusted you with my life you know? I didn't at first but remember when I tried to overdose, after I went to treatment because I was going through a really bad time, and you stuck your fingers down my throat and made me throw up every single pill that I took? You saved me and I trusted you with my life. But now I don't. I don't trust you at all and that's why we need to break up," Demi explained, slowly removing her hand from his and rubbing her bare arm.
"Demi-"
"I just need some space. Maybe after I've had it we can be friends, but until then, whatever we had or could've had is over. It's done. Have a good day Wilmer," Demi left the recording booth and grabbed her things, cutting the song off and exiting the studio to get back into her car. She thought that breaking up with Wilmer would take some of the weight off of her lungs but her body just felt heavier than before. It wasn't just her heart that was broken. It was her body and her soul. She loved that man. They had been through so much together and they had planned so much for the future together. She almost felt like now she didn't even have a future because it had revolved around him for so long.
Oh God, she muttered to herself as she started her car up and plugged her phone in just in case anybody called. I've turned into one of those girls.
I've been crying for too long what did you do to me?
Dallas entered Demi's apartment and rolled her eyes, mostly in irritation, because of the state that her apartment was in. Demi wasn't a very messy person, even if she wasn't the neatest person on the planet. But her apartment was just...trashed. She knew Demi was here but she couldn't understand why her sister had allowed things to get this bad when she was the one who broke up with Wilmer. If she didn't want to let him go, why'd she break up with him?
"Demetria Devonne Lovato," Dallas hissed, stepping over dirty clothes and half eaten health bars with a scowl on her face. She pushed open the door to Demi's room but all of her anger subsided when she saw the state that her sister was in. She was laid out on her bed, her arm hanging over the edge with a packet of cigarettes in her hand and one hand next to her ear with her phone pressed against it. There was a bottle of Vodka on her nightstand that used to be her favorite kind during her partying days. It wasn't opened. It was just sitting there. Demi looked half dead. Her eyes were barely open and her face was more pale than it had ever been.
