Demi Imagines 3.0

Back Again

She left me. But I left her first.

I can't stop thinking about her. She was everything to me. When she left, it broke my heart.

"I care about you," she said.

"Then why are you leaving me?" I asked, trying to reach for her hand as she pulled away. I grabbed her for a moment, but she pulled her hand out of my grasp.

"You're not the same person I fell in love with," she said. I could see the tears brimming in her brown eyes.

"I didn't change," I replied, confused. 

"You did," she insisted. A tear streaked down her cheek before falling down, as if in slow motion.

"How? How did I change?"

"You're not here anymore," she said, turning around. It was like she couldn't bear to look at me anymore. And that hurt. She had gotten mad at me before. She had yelled and screamed at me before. We would fight every so often. But never had she been unable to look at me.

"Demi," I said, touching her shoulder.

"I don't know who you are anymore." She shrugged my hand off her shoulder but didn't turn around as she spoke. "You're acting like I'm leaving you, but you left me first."

It took me months to realize what exactly she meant. I never felt myself leave. But she was right. I left her before she left me. And I didn't even realize until it was too late.

But I can't stop thinking about her.

———

I know she'll be here. She has to be here.

I check my watch for what feels like the hundredth time. She should be on her break right now. Unless she quit or drastically changed her schedule, she has to be here right now.

I remember when I would stop by her work to see her. We'd have lunch together or just make out in the break room when nobody was there.

I walk inside and go toward the back where the employee area is. They've changed the organization again, so the clothing is in all new places. I pass the dressing rooms, which happen to be one of the few things that hasn't changed in location. A few familiar faces are working, but I duck behind the clothing racks so they don't see me. I can't handle their questions. Not today.

I go through the door that says "STAFF ONLY" and walk past the boxes lining the walls. I remember helping Demi with her work on occasion when she was having an especially busy day. She'd give me a box and tell me to restock whatever it was that was so popular it was sold out that day. She usually paid me in kisses, which was one of my favorite methods of payment.

I smile slightly at the memory as I near the break room. I can hear Demi's familiar laughter, making my heart flutter. She's right here.

I put my hand on the handle and let out a breath. I had thought this through so many times, but all words have left my brain; I completely blank. A flash of panic rushes through me when I realize I don't know what to do or say. And then the door opens. Of course it does.

I squeak in surprise, releasing the handle and stepping back.

"Oh," Demi says, seeming to have forgotten her words as well. I can't tell if she's happy to see me or mad.

"Who's that?" the girl behind her asks. She's new.

"She's...an old friend," Demi finally says. "Can you excuse us for a moment?" she asks, turning to the girl. But she doesn't wait for a response before stepping out and closing the door.

She looks at me.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she asks.

"Demi, I'm still so fucking in love with you," I blurt out, and she looks into my eyes. 

"I'm in love with you, too, bitch," she says, and her face breaks into a smile. I feel a rush of relief, but she's not finished. "Are you done though? Have you sorted out your shit?"

I look down for a moment. There's so much to apologize for. I look up to her again, and she's looking at me, expectation written on her face.

"Yeah. Yeah I have. And I'm sorry."

She smiles slightly and puts a hand on my face. "Me, too."

———

There's no such thing as a quick fix. Sometimes you have to take things head on and deal with your shit yourself. And then you can get back to yourself and the people you love. And it'll all be worth it in the end.

A/N

I know this was kinda weird but I'll probably be writing kinda strange ones for a while because I need to like...write about writing to get back into it

if that makes any sense