The year is 2020 and the story starts in present time reality with Joe and Demi both meeting unexpectedly. As they reconcile they begin to tell their own story- which is where ours takes us.
They take us back to the first day they met and how their...
To no surprise Joe was at my door with flowers a day later with some form of an explanation ready to explain to me why the fuck he had withheld that kind of explanation from me.
"I wanted to explain what was going on," he said sweetly.
It was bad enough we had to leave my parents the other day in the quickest, most weirdest way to the most awkward, silent, angry car ride I'd ever experienced in my entire life. I'd say Joe had a lot of explaining to do and he should've started before we walked into my parents.
I looked up at him with his apologetic eyes and I began to shake my head pitifully.
"You've got ten minutes," I said.
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"That's all I need!" He promised.
We went in and took a seat on my couch.
"Wow, did you rearrange in here or someth-,"
"Nine," I interrupted reminding him his time with me was limited.
"Right," he said getting back to business. "Demi, Sophie didn't tell me until we agreed to get back together. I left your house the other day, walked back into my house, laid it on her that I wanted a divorce, and she throws that on me, okay?" He said getting serious.
I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn't lying. I could tell even more by the bags under his eyes that he was stressed and just the tone in his voice that he wasn't happy. He was even more unhappy now with her than he was when he was dealing with sick, eating disorder, addicted to drugs Demi who took every ounce of Joe out of Joe. It made me feel guilty for never remembering to take care of him back but always making him my rock.
"You know, I came back here to tell you and we, well you know it got," his eyes widened as I remembered we had sex and I had never given him a chance to speak to me and he did the right thing by not telling me that.
When would I have really wanted to hear that? Before we made love and killed the mood or after and felt like I had been used?
"And I just stayed with you because I-I didn't want to break my promise to you Demi and I still don't. You're who I want," Joe said grabbing my hand and tears formed in his eyes.
"You don't have to explain anymore. I understand," I said looking down. "The circumstances suck," I said.
"Yeah, they do," he agreed.
I scooted over close to him and wrapped my arms around him and pulled his head onto my chest as he cried and let out his pain onto me. I rubbed his back and comforted him. I know this couldn't make up for all of the years he practically carried me and my struggles on his back but as a stronger woman now I figured I should at least carry him a little bit now. He needed me so much right now. I wasn't going to leave him even if he wanted me to.
