Why Don't We Imagines

half a heart - Daniel Seavey

"so your friend's been telling me, you've been sleeping with my sweater, and that you can't stop missing me."

I buried my face in my pillow, I felt it get wet. My body was still shaking, my heart still aching. The room was dark, very childish. His house, was my house, so I slept in my childhood bedroom. I saw the picture frame, from our graduation. His eyes we're so bright, his smile so wide. The eyes I used to see almost every hour of every day. I saw a small trace of sunlight peak from behind the window. When I tried to look up, my nose touched the sweater I was wearing, Daniel's sweater. His scent found it's way into my system, which made it even worse. I broke down in tears again.

"Bet my friend's been telling you, I'm not doing much better, 'cause I'm half of me."

I turned around again, my eyes still red and puffy. I looked around the room. The room where we shared our first time. The room where we used to cuddle. The room where I told her I loved her, more than a 100 times a day. The room where I woke up every morning, just to turn around and see her beautiful face. The room where it all started. The room where it all ended. The room who kept all our secrets, all our memories. The walls around me kept moving, so I grabbed her pillow tighter. It smelled like her. Who would've thought that after a day, I still had tears left. I saw someone open the door, Corbyn. He quietly sat down beside me, with a plate in his hand.

"You have to eat bro." He said. We broke up yesterday, and I still didn't feel the need to eat, I didn't feel anything but pain. I sat up straight and grabbed the toast Corbyn brought me.

"She misses you." He said and he looked down, not trying to create anything. So he visited her. My eyes found his, but we kept quiet as I tried to swallow my food. He stood up and left. I was alone again, just me and my thoughts.

"And being here without you, is like I'm waking up to, only half a blue sky, kinda there but not quite. I'm walking round with just one shoe, I'm half a heart without you.

I took little steps, my curtains were now opened. I looked at the sky, the sun didn't want to come through, all the clouds were covering the sky, as I saw the rain pouring down. My hand touched the window. I felt the cold weather effect the temperature of the glass. My legs started to shake, it's too early. I walked back to my bed, and hid under the pink covers. His sweater still surrounding me. The pain was the same as the day before, unbearable. The fact that this time, when I needed it the most, he wasn't there to hold me, like he used to, was devastating. Just the thought of his hugs made my heart break again. I heard my parents talk about me downstairs, they had no clue that I heard them.

"She needs him."..." Will she ever get out of her room?"..." She'll get over him."... "He hurt her."... "She hurt him too."

I just heard a few thing, of everything they said. This wasn't the only time we fought, but it was the first time we broke up. Everything happened in the heat of the moment. It was about nothing.

"I'm half a man, at best, with half an arrow in my chest. I miss everything we do, I'm half a heart without you."

The fact that I was now able to sit downstairs, and talk with the boys, was a big step. The pain was still there though, just like the day before. My brain wasn't working properly and if I was talking, I got cut off by tears. The boys were there for me, when I needed it. But they didn't help as much as y/n always used to. My thought flew back to the time where we went out to the park.

I saw the grandpa looking at us. He winked at me and looked at his grandson.

"You see that couple over there? When you grow up, you will love a girl just as much and he loves her." He said and he pointed at us. My smile grew as I noticed y/n didn't hear it. She was looking around the park, and saw the grandma walking towards the bench, with ice cream.