Mrs Johnson had gone grocery shopping and Mr Reeds wasn't going to be home for hours, so I decided that now would be the perfect time to rush over to the TV and insert the CD.I nervously tapped on the rim of the speaker, awaiting what would happen. I couldn't care less about him now, but I really wanted to know what he thought of our relationship. Was it that flimsy to him that he could throw it all out in one night for a fling?
I listened to the album, then again, then again and again several times. I see why he he won so many awards with it, it was beautiful. Every song a masterpiece, the album went through every aspect of our relationship - all of the highs and lows.
Yet it didn't feel sad as the next song went on, our short term relationship had run its course and that prove was in the music. Yet it still made me feel sad, he talked about these emotions he felt logically and like a distant memory.
But for me these things only happened within the last year, yet I'm now married and he's famous...
I watched all of his interviews talking about his muse (me) for this album, and he said that he could never be able to love a girl like he loved me, as our love taught him to grow up and take responsibility. He said that he never wanted to hurt anyone like he hurt me again, at least he knows how I would feel after that night.
I curled up in a bundle of blankets for hours experiencing a spectrum of different emotions, from crying to throwing popcorn at the screen shouting "liar!" to rolling around on the floor crying again. To be honest the whole experience was mainly me crying.
Time seemed to have stopped for me as I didn't realise Mrs Johnson coming home, and rightfully being disturbed.
I think she called Mr Reed as he came home earlier that he normally would, only to see my crime scene : popcorn everywhere, a tinyyy but of alcohol and me wrapped up as a burrito.
"Addy are you okay?" He asked nervously, walking over to my corpse, I shook my head
"I ran out of popcorn." Mr Reed looked over to Mrs Johnson in disappointment and said that she could leave now."Addy what's going on?" He questioned again, "I ran into my jerk ex boyfriend today and he turned out whole relationship into some beautiful songs and I'm annoyed at him for being a jerk." I grunted.
Ezra sighed, "Addison, I think that you need to sleep, can you walk to your room?" I shook my head and pouted. He huffed once more before lifting me up and carrying me up the stairs.
"What made you want to marry me?" I asked him before he walked out of my room, "are you finally interested about us?" He walked back over to me. "I've always been interested, but I don't know what I can say and what I can't." Be smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear.
"Hmm, I can't really remember what exactly, maybe it was the way you became happy whenever you helped someone, or was it how I felt safe and happy around you? Either way I knew that I wanted to be be there for you forever." I huffed "stupid guys being great, are you going to cheat on me aswell." I grunted.
"I think that you need to go to sleep, hopefully you're fine in the morning and if not then we can do this all again tomorrow. Do you want to take another day off?" I shook my head "no I want to go to work." He smiled and patted my head. "Go to sleep now."
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Young Adult
Teen Fiction18 year old Addison wakes up suddenly now 24, having no memory of the past six years she learns that the car accident she was in at 18 completely wiped her memory and after experiencing a similar car accident six years later, her brain only remember...