Demi Imagines 3.0

Happy With Her

You're thinking about her...

You think of all the lost opportunities. All the things you could have done in your life it it weren't for her. If she hadn't come in and derailed your life completely. You fell for her with a crash, and the two of you snowballed like nothing else. You didn't know what would come, but you didn't care. You were living in the moment for once in your life. Future plans? You didn't know what you were doing tomorrow. She gave your life surprises. You used to hate not knowing what would come next. She made you crave the anticipation.

You were hooked. Hooked on her. And she loved the attention. You were so blindly in love with her that you didn't realize she was poison.

It was only when she left, leaving you a sobbing mess, that you realized she never loved you back. It only took a year and a half with her. She left you for another, but she kept a piece of your heart. And your soul ached for that missing piece every day. She had been a part of you, but you had never been a part of her. Not really. She was your everything. To her, you were nothing.

Yet that piece of you still held on to her. You were in that deep. And just like quicksand, the more you struggled, the deeper you fell.

It hurt that she was gone. It hurt that she had betrayed you. But most of all, it hurt that you couldn't do anything about it. Your heart still wanted her; that piece refused to come back to you. You couldn't love anyone else because you still loved her. Even though you knew you shouldn't. Your brain knew she was poison still, but your heart wanted her and only her.

———

You stare at your ceiling as if it's going to tell you the answer to all your problems. It's certainly witnessed enough to tell you what you're doing wrong. There's a part of you that wants somebody to come save you. Somebody to rescue you from yourself. You tried that for a while. You approached anyone who gave off that protective aura. It never worked out. You knew that it wouldn't; you knew what you were doing. Yet, you couldn't help yourself. That was the mark she left on you.

You finally get up and get dressed. Tonight, you're going to a bar again. Maybe you'll meet someone.

Everything feels like a blur ever since she left; it's been so long.

When night rolls around, you go to the bar and sit at the counter. As you look for someone to talk to, your eyes land on a beautiful woman with short dark hair. Something draws you to her, but it's not that usual desire for protection that draws you in.

"Hey," you say, and she looks up from her drink. Her brown eyes are surrounded by a smokey eyeshadow, making their lightness pop.

"Hey," she replies. Her voice is a bit different from what you expected, but still sultry.

"Here alone?" you ask, deepening your voice to mimic a guy's. 

"Yeah," she laughs, her pretty face breaking into a smile. "Sit with me," she says, and so you do. "I'm Demetria, but you can call me Demi."

The two of you spend the night chatting, and for the first time in a while, you feel light. You don't feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.

"You've got some problems, huh?" she asks, but it's not judgmental.

"You can tell?" you respond jokingly.

"The way you were looking around the bar told me you were looking for...someone," she replies.

"So? A lot of people do that."

"I don't know. Something about that look." She shakes her head and looks back to her drink.

"What about it?"

She looks to you, her brown eyes meeting yours. "I guess...I guess you looked like a damsel in distress looking for her knight in shining armor or something."

"I suppose you're not far off," you comment, surprised this woman you just met could see through you that easily. Were you that obvious?

"I'm not going to be your knight in shining armor," she says, and you blink. Before you can reply, she adds, "Do that yourself. Then we can talk."

"You're talking like you're planning on sticking around," you comment.

"You weren't?" she replies, smiling slightly.

You don't know what about her it is, but she was the push you needed. For the first time in a long while, you feel happy. Happy with her.

A/N

I kinda like this sort of idea where someone doesn't save you but more like

pushes you to save yourself