Nights Like This

1: You Act Like You Need Reminding

At some point in life we believe in fairytales and princesses. It's every girls dream to walk down the aisle towards the potential love of your life. We begin to draw up our wedding day as soon as we are old enough to comprehend the complexity of marriage. It's fascinating to our young eyes. When we grow up, we push that thought away for as long as we can. Why? Because we don't seem to think that love is out there. You see. Love is a very complex thing. We seem to need it to be accepted. Love, is needed to breathe, sleep, eat, and most importantly live. Without it, we are nothing.

Alaia

Growing up in a town where we know almost everyone. I was bound to meet my soulmate one way or another. At least I thought I would. The past 23 years were spent dreadfully living in a shadow. I felt like I was on top of the world for the first fifteen years of my life, I felt like I was on cloud nine for the next three, and I felt like I was drowning the next four. The next year was spent reminiscing. We live in this never ending cycle, and I've learned that the hard way. At times it's better to forgive than forget. I mean that's what I learned from him.

Darius Alexander Hearst.

He was the man of my dreams. He would intoxicate you with his smile like a drug you could never seem to recover from. He was my addiction. Nonetheless, like a drug addict I was willing to do whatever it took if it meant that I would get him. Every addict also seems to have a relapse period, and I guess that's what this feeling is. I want him. I desire him. I crave him. You know the drug is bad for you, your health, your body, your brain, but you keep coming back for more. It doesn't matter how many people tell you that it's bad for you, to get away, it's dangerous. You'll always keep crawling back begging for more. That constant reminder itching its way into every crevice of your body. You act like you need reminding.

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*3 years ago
New York City, New York. - Upper East Side

Alaia

"Darius please stop. You don't have to do this anymore, we could get help. Baby look at me, please. I love you..." My heart was beating at a million miles per minute. My trembling body shook like if an earthquake had ravished its' insides. My eyes lost their light blue color and turned to an empty silver hue. He's doing it again.

Of course this wasn't something new in our relationship, but every time I believe he changes his ways. He turns back and does it again. By now I'm used to it, but I can't seem to leave because I love him, and I know he loves me. I don't see my life without him in it. He's been there for me for almost 5 years, he's all I've known and all I ever will know.

"Lai you keep doing the same thing over and over again. I love you baby, but why do you have to hurt me like this." That right there, was enough to tug at the ends of my heart. For me to break down into a sob. After all, he was right it was my fault. Deep down I knew that we were both at fault, but I'd never let him know that. Two wrongs don't make a right.

Did I deserve this?

Yes.

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*Present Time
New York City, New York

Alaia

Looking out of this cold, empty balcony window I peer into the dark rainy skies and see nothing but lights. Bright city lights which buzz with excitement. A constant reminder of him, the man who looked at these buzzing lights as his playground. One tear. One single tear left my eye and hit the bright New York street down below. It was loud enough to where I could hear it collide with the solid ground. But it meant more than he'll ever know, for he made a million other tears leave my body. He was that kind of man. None of them could ever compete with this one tear.

I slight smile crept on my face thinking of all the pain I've endured and overcome. My body was strong, but my heart was weak. All those years spent with one person who was the first to take my soul sucked the living life out of me, but I somehow was still here. Not with him, but with part of him. The part of him that could never leave me. My memories of him.

A piece of me was lost when I lost him, but there's not a day that goes by where I don't miss him. A day where I pretend that I never knew him. A day where I dont reminisce all the times we spent together whether good or bad. A day where I don't love him because I do. I was a fool, but I was a fool for him.

My husband.

Ex-husband.

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Author's Note:

There's some things I might change from this chapter and a few others, but I have to see how the story develops. I'm really excited for this story. If you haven't figured it out yet this story is kind of based off of the song by Kehlani - Nights Like This. However, I've decided to make it some what my own version. I hope you guys really like this story I have coming. I'd appreciate it. Thank you - AJ

PS

This story has a lot of flashbacks, but I'll try to make them clear.