Demi Imagines 3.0

Energy Part 1

Your POV

I fell for her the way you sky dive. A rush. A true rush. Before you know what's happening, you're falling. And then you've fallen.

We snowballed. That's all I can really say. One moment, we were getting to know each other. The next moment, we were in bed together, our clothes lying in a heap on the floor. The next morning, we didn't regret it. We did it again.

Never had I ever been with someone like her. She was like energy in a physical form. Filled with passion like nobody else, she loved with everything she had. She couldn't half-ass things. It was all or nothing. And when it came to us, it was all. It was everything.

We loved in a way that could only be described as fate. She didn't believe in fate, but when I asked her how else you could describe it, she only shrugged. She didn't like admitting I was right. But her non-response told me that's what she thought. We were connected on a level that surpassed physical and even emotional. I'm not saying it was spiritual, but there was something there. There was something there that was more than surface level or a little past that. It was deeper and more...real.

She was the realest person I've ever met in my entire life. I've never known anyone more real. She was a true person. A true person with real passions, real emotions, and real fears. She was reserved, but not to me; to me, she was an open book. She let herself be vulnerable with me when she always kept her walls up with others. That was another reason I fell for her. She made me feel like I was the only one for her; perhaps I was, in a way.

I know she was the only one for me. And I know I'll never love anyone how I loved her.

It's been a year since she disappeared. One morning she was there, and the next, she just wasn't. At first, I thought she maybe just left to go on a morning walk. Even though she never really did that without telling me first, I just figured she wanted to go out early. Her coat and shoes weren't in the house. I texted her a quick "where are you?" and waited for a reply. When nothing came for a while, I started to get nervous. It wasn't like her to just up and leave. To disappear. I tried calling her. And that's when I heard the phone ringing. My heart dropped. She wouldn't leave her phone here.

I followed the sound to the kitchen. Her phone was left on the table, and I stared at it like I couldn't process what was happening. In reality, I couldn't. I didn't understand. Maybe she was going to come back?

I let out a breath and decided to give it a while.

And I did.

A day passed, then a week, then a month. I called everyone I could think of, but nobody knew where she was. She just disappeared. She didn't take her phone or anything other than her coat, wallet, and shoes. I tried to get into her phone, but it was locked. She never locked it before.

This morning is the anniversary of her disappearance, and my heart still feels heavy. To not have any sort of closure has made healing near impossible. It doesn't help that I haven't gotten rid of her things. I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I get out of bed and go to the door to get the mail. And that's when my heart stops. It's a letter. And it's her handwriting.

A/N

I'm not sure where this is going so bear with me lmao