Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Marry You pt. 13

You wake up and run the your hands over your face to find that you're cheeks wet. Last night's events flood back to you start crying again. From the time that you learned to talk, your mother knew you would be opinionated. You've made well informed decision about every aspect of your life to the point where you have become the 'therapist' of several of your friend groups over the years. In college you had everything planned out with allowance for slip ups and everything but then Bruno walked into your life. He made you disorganized and at first it bothered you a little how much he affect you but as you adjusted and grew to love him, you learned o loosen up and be spontaneous but one thing remained, your decision making process and your firm standing in your answers. When you make a decision, you have already contended with all the options and you make a point not to go back on your word. But apparently, that's where you went wrong.

You let your tears flow for the duration of your shower then get out and dry your face. After skin care and a little more make up than usual to draw attention away from your now puffy eyes, you get dressed and head for your usual coffee shop earlier than usual. You order, wait and then take your food over to a widow seat in on of the front corners of the cafe. As you breakfast cools, you sip your coffee and skim through work emails just to make sure they're aren't any waiting on your reply. You are just about to pick up your sandwich as you set your phone down when a familiar figure darts inside causing the door chime to ring violently. You feel your back compress as you suddenly with to blend into the worn brick wall behind you.

Asher's eye scan the nearest seats then he turns to head toward the counter but just as he is about to miss you, his eyes lock on your position.

"Y/N, baby, there you are. I hoped you'd be here." You sigh and look away from him trying to breath calmly enough to appear as angry as you feel despite the swelling around your eyes.

"I though I made myself clear on the phone." You wrap up your sandwich, tuck it into your purse and grab your coffee in preparation to get up.

"I heard what you said, I just don't understand how you came to it---I'm just trying to understand what's going on."

"You cheated on me. You're can't have this cake if you're gonna want a piece from another too. I meant what I said. Stay away from me." You stand, lift your purse up on your shoulder, walk around him and head for the door. He follows you. As you reach out to push the door, he reaches for you but before he makes contact you shoot him glance at that could shatter bones. He pulls his hand back and you walk out.

After finishing your breakfast in your car, you head into work a little less puffy ready to bury your mind in work. You choose a play list, put in your wireless earbuds and get to it. You fingers fly across the keyboard as you complete task after task, arranging meetings, securing funding, speaking with potential business partners for your boss, paper work and reviewing documents for your team. Just as you finish organizing some printed documents into packets, Rylee excitedly sprints over to your desk. As you stand she taps you on the shoulder.

"Check this out," she says jutting her phone out before you. She nearly squeals as you lean in to get a better look at the tweet pulled up on her screen. Bruno's twitter handle leaps out at you and your start to disregard it but then the date catches your eye.

"Its is birthday so I thought I'd wish him happy birthday just because but, he replied to me!"

Rylee's tweet: I doubt that you'll see this but, Happy 

Birthday Bruno!

Bruno's tweet reads: I see you! Thanks for the well wishes!

His birthday. . .