Ariana Grande Imagines

If The World Was Ending

It was the 21st of April 2019. We sat on the couch, watching a movie I didn't pay attention to, weirdly not cuddling but I didn't address it because she is acting.. different since a few weeks and I didn't want us to fight.

Ariana broke the silence as our heads were still facing the television.

"I can't to this anymore." she whispered tearfully. She pursed her lips and started to play with her fingers.

"What?" I asked her bewildered because I wasn't sure if I just heard her right. I shifted on my place and turned my body to her.

"I wanna end this relationship." she repeated.

Silence.

All you could her is silence.

I don't get it. I mean I know our relationship was not in a good place but I thought we could get past this.

"I'm sorry, I really thought I can change my thoughts about us. But I'm just not ready and I can't see myself with you in the future." she cried.

My heart was crying too. And breaking.

This was one year ago.

One year since I lost the most important person.

The same day, she packed her bags and left me. I tried calling her, even called her mom. But all she said, that if I continue to reach out for her, they would get a restraining order and that was the last thing I would want.

All this time I blamed myself. Why would she end us so suddenly and after two years and say she doesn't see herself with me getting old? She loves me, right? Right?

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I was slowly getting out of bed, same routine everyday.

Getting up, going into the shower, look myself into the mirror and asking myself what a fucking loser I became, had breakfast and got ready for work.

I was in traffic, driving home from another shitty day at work, listening to music and thinking about her, again, when people suddenly screamed. I didn't feel it at first but then I realized that it was a earthquake.

But it really got me thinking. Was she out drinking? Was she in the living room? Chilling and watching television?

I'm proud of myself, even a little bit, that I stopped writing her. Even when I still think about her.

But I knew, that she wasn't down for forever and it's fine. I knew, we weren't made for each other and it's fine. She still was my best friend and nobody can replace her. And even tho we haven't talked in almost a year, if the world was ending she'd come over, right? And stay the night? Would she love me for the hell of it? I know all our fears would be irrelevant. The sky'd be falling and I'd hold her tight. And there wouldn't a reason why. We would even have to say goodbye.

I still remember the night we went out drinking, we stumbled in the house, our hands touching each other as we didn't make it past the kitchen. Drunk sex is the best sex.

Well after make up sex of course.

As the earthquake began to slow down, I think to myself, that I've figured out how to think about her without it ripping my heart out. At first it was hell, literally hell.

Everything reminded me of her.

But now I know that I could go on without her.

The earthquake was gone by now and suddenly my phone rang.

Ariana ☁️ is calling...

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Surprise, bitch. I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. I'm sorry, I sadly lost interest in my other stories. 

So as a apology, I wrote this Imagine. The song got me into my feels and inspired me to write this. Hope you like it and if not.. well

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