Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Marry You pt. 5

You wake in bed the same way you went to bed: alone. You can tell Asher eventually came to bed on account of how messy his bedroom now is. The clothes he was painting in have been thrown over the chair next to door to the bathroom. Various formal shirts, pants and shoes have been tossed about, no doubt on account of him not knowing what he wanted to wear. You blink up at the ceiling and then close your eyes.

"Can I see you again?"

You see Bruno's eighteen-year-old deep browns sparkling at you. The longer you look the more they begin to change just like they did when you saw him last night. That sparkle was replaced by the weathered look you were met with when your eyes met his. He's just as handsome even, more so than he was back then. The things you loved about him visually are still present: his curls, the little bags under his eyes, his dimples, the shape of his lips and the tiny imperfections on his cheeks. You shake your head and then rub your rub your eyes trying to clear your mind of his image.

You open your eyes and force yourself out of bed then try to think of what that day ahead holds for you. As you open the bedroom door, the scent of freshly brewed coffee greets you and you follow it to the kitchen. Next to the coffee machine sits your favorite mug with a slip of folded paper beneath it. You move your mug, prepare your coffee then up old the note with one had as you unfold the sheet with one hand.

Morning Y/N,

Sorry I didn't get to tell you sooner, I mean to when you got in but I was out long before that. I had to start early to get my gallery show ready apparently there were some last minute things that I need to take care of. I promise I'll make it up to you. Here's your coffee, the first part of my apology 😉

You smirk and set the sheet side as your mind wanders back to the way you found him passed out in his studio last night. He's notorious for doing that--falling asleep between painting breaks so much so sometimes you wonder how he gets any done with the way he seems to take breaks. You feel the half-hearted smile slip off your face.

"Alexa," you call aloud. "Open Spotify and play my 'Discover Weekly'."

"Ok," She replies. You sit and listen to two songs while you have your coffee and eat breakfast. 

Then you have a quick shower and throw on something cute but comfortable. Today, that's classic white Adidas, grey trousers with yellow and black racing stripes down the sides with a black halter top and a white duster style cardigan. You let your hair down to find that very few of the curls that you created for the event last night are still with you. You comb your fingers through it then throw you hair up in a messy bun and use some clips you keep the most unruly strands out of your face. Once you gather your things, you drive home.

You set your duffel bag down at door as you stop to take off you shoes. You deposit your purse on the accent table nearby and toss your keys into the basket along side it then you grab your bag again and toss it down in your room. You lay down on your bed and stare up at the ceiling as last nights flood your mind.

"Fiancé," you hear Bruno's voice echo in your mind. "Congratulations."

He turned away from you when he said that but you could still see the side of his face in the dim light shed by the string lights that hung above you. His shoulders sagged a little. The backs of your eyes begin to burn. You take a deep breath and squeeze your eyes shut. You draw yourself back up off your bed and go your living space in search of your phone. You hit speed dial and put your phone to your ear.

"Y/N, hey girl," Brin says in a light by slightly tired tone. "It's funny that you called, I was just thinking about you."

"Yeah?" You reply.