Josephine's POV
It was getting pretty late and the rest of the cast went out somewhere for dinner, they would be drinking and I wanted to sleep early since I knew I would be getting hardly any the next few months. Hero hadn't woken up like Anna said he would. Maybe he did and he just didn't come down.
I look in the mirror and watch myself brush my hair, I grab a hair tie of the desk and pull my hair back. I look my body up and down and suddenly feel insecure. Khadijha had a stunning figure and I looked pretty basic. I needed to stop comparing myself to other people, it was a habit of mine that I let control myself.
I clamber into the high up bed and pull the plain white sheets up to my chest. I kick one leg out and wrap it over the cover. Once I'm comfortable i check my phone, my mom and a few friends from home have messaged me. I replied back to them, most of them was asking how things was going so far.
A few minutes later and the comfortable bed dragged me to into a deep sleep.
"Hero we can't do this. You know we can't!" I shout back at him.
"We've done it before Josephine, why would it be any different this time?" His voice was deep and I could hear the pain in it. I caused him this pain.
I drop my head, I don't know how to answer him, I can't. I honestly didn't know why we couldn't work long distance again. I was being stubborn and was taking it out on him. I wanted to take back everything that I had said but I couldn't anymore.
"Is there someone else?" His voice breaks.
I want to lie and say yes, it would end all this but the way his big blue eyes are watering it would hurt to much to tear him down even more.
"No, Hero. There isn't anyone else. This just isn't working anymore. I'm sorry" I mumble.
He stares at me blankly for a moment. "Okay." He mutters before walking into his hotel room. It was the last day of promo tour so he had his bags packed already, he walked out of the room with his suitcase rolling behind him. He left the hotel entrance without saying goodbye to me or Anna . He didn't even look back. His dark blue hat with the rocket print on the front covered his eyes.
Anna stepped into me and wrapped her arms around me, she pulled me in close as I sobbed into her shoulder. She didn't bother when my mascara was smudged onto the white dress.
I felt like everything had just fallen apart, I had just lost everything. He was everything, to me at least. He loved me when nobody else would. He taught me what love was. He hugged me when I would wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares. He always was there for me. I knew from the moment that he walked out the clear glass door that he would be the only thing haunting my dreams.
I also knew from that moment that someone else would love him in the ways that I couldn't, I loved him. I know I did. But I couldn't always be there, I didn't trust him the way that he trusted me. The second he didn't answer my call or message when he was drunk I instantly thought he was cheating. I would start argument with him all hours of the morning when he came back home from birthday dinners with his friends and celebrations at pubs when his football team won. I thought I was protecting him when I was suffocating him and not once did he complain.
Hero's POV
I pushed back my hair that was stuck to my forehead. My hotel room was hot and the sheets was heavy on top of me. I had taken my shirt off because I was sweating so much.
It was another sleepless night. I pulled open the nightstand draw and grabbed my packet of cigarettes. I walked over to the balcony door and opened it. I sat in the deck chair that was facing another. I flicked my lighter and put the flame to the cigarette, I watched as it caught on.
I kicked the deckhair further away so I had more room to move my legs. I leaned back against the mid height wall. I put the lit stick to my lips and took a drag, instantly feeling more relaxed when I breathed out the curling smoke.
I rested my elbows on my knees and held the cigarette between my two fingers. I sighed as I stared at the chair. Not even a year ago me and jo sat here, her facing me. We would have been talking for hours into the night. We would get not even an hours sleep before filming the next day but we didn't seem to care. Each other's company was more important.
I grimace at the sick memory, I'm quickly reminded of what she did to me a few months ago and I regret ever coming out here. Everything about this hotel holds memories, most of them being about me and her. Just Atlanta alone is a memory, I'm dreading going back to the set.
The first house where we kissed in-front it cameras for the first time or the apartment where she lay underneath me for hours straight as we had cameras surrounding us again.
When we was inside the walls of this place or the trailers, the feelings, kisses, hugging, words seemed real. It wasn't acting. Not for me at least. I hate her for what she did to me.
I stub out the cigarette despite only having one drag.
Fuck this.
