Jacob Sartorius Imagines

When You Say My Name (sad)

it's based off of that song so listen to it while you read^^

request: lyrics, 18. "i can taste her lipstick, and see her laying across your chest. i can feel the distance every time you remember her fingertips"

My lips pulled from Jacob's gently, my forehead resting against his. So many times that I've kissed these lips, yet for the last few weeks, something about it felt so different. I breathed out shakily, thinking.

There was definitely another girl. It was painfully obvious, I can hear him mumbling in his sleep sometimes. He mumbles a name that isn't mine: Layla. I wondered, what was she like?

I bet she's beautiful, just like Jacob is. She probably has soft, silky hair, clear skin, and a touch that can make anyone fall in love. She probably used that touch on him. I bet she's perfect.

"I love you, y/n." Jacob whispered, his fingers raking through my hair. There was a different inflection when he said my name. I wondered how that sentence would sound coming out of his mouth, but replacing my name with hers.

"I love you too." I told him back. I mentally cursed myself for it, for not finding the strength to not speak the four words back to him. And, I hated myself for the small part of me that knew that I still meant it. I still loved him.

The longer I let Jacob hold me securely in his arms, the more I took in his scent. It was a scent I had grown familiar with over years. Then, I remember, one day, it changed. He still had the same fragrance as always, but it was muffled by something else, something unfamiliar. It was perfume.

Layla smelled like flowers and warm vanilla. That kind of scent reminded me of the expensive perfumes my Mom had as a child that she never let me touch. I almost laughed to myself for making that comparison. So, the other girl smelled good too. If I'm being honest with myself, with the smell of her perfume, I could love her too, like Jacob does. She seems flawless.

Finally, I broke out of the hug. "I'm tired, Jacob. I'm going to go lay down." I spoke quietly, forcing a small smile onto my lips. My throat burned as I struggled to hold back tears.

Jacob kissed me on the forehead gently. "Alright babe. I have to go run some errands anyway, I'll see you in a bit." He flashed me one of those toothy smiles that I had always loved. Now, I almost resented looking at it. Or maybe I just resented the fact that it's not reserved for me anymore.

I nodded my head, turning to the direction of the bedroom. My face burned. Errands. He was going to see her. I knew he was. I entered the bedroom that Jacob and I shared as I heard the front door shut as he left. I sat on the bed, my head in my hands. The tears that I felt build up in my tear ducts finally spilled down my cheeks. Why was did he need someone else? Was I not good enough for him? What did she have that I didn't?

I flopped back on the bed, my legs still dangling over the edge. How many times was she in this bed? How many times did he have her over when he knew I wouldn't be here? I looked at the neatly placed white pillows at the front of the bed. I could almost picture her laying across Jacob's chest. If I focused hard enough, I could almost hear her laughter filling my ears. She giggled at something Jacob said, and he pulled her bare body closer to his, leaving a kiss on her forehead, just like he did with me.

Every time Jacob goes and sees her, I can sense our relationship becoming less important to him. While the relationship between my boyfriend and some other mystery girl flourished, the one with me crumbled. I can feel the distance every time he remembers her fingertips. When I kiss him, I can taste her lipstick, it's like I'm kissing her too.

I rolled onto my stomach. I wondered what they were doing right now. Maybe they were on her couch, cuddled together while they watched a movie. Or maybe they planned to go to dinner, or maybe they were tangled in her sheets, naked. I didn't really want to know.

Would I ever be able to make him love me again? How would I do that? Maybe I should be more like her. I wish I could touch him like she does, make him lose his mind. I wish I had it all like her, I wish I was that beautiful. Just from the smell of her perfume, the sound of her laugh, her name, and the taste of her lipstick, I knew she was perfect. This perfect other girl took away my Jacob, the one I thought could be the love of my life.

As the tears became less and less violent, my thoughts became more rational. There's nothing I can do. He's gone. The Jacob I knew and loved wasn't mine anymore. He's hers. I just have to accept it. I breathed heavily. "She's perfect." I stated out loud to myself.

ok but in my opinion this is selena's best song.

Q: have you ever been cheated on? or have you cheated on anyone else?

A: nope, neither, and i'm thankful for that ha

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