Matthew Espinosa Imagines

"Goodbye."

*Zoe's POV*

I sat on the couch of my apartment, watching random shows that flicked on my TV's screen as I kept checking my
phone obsessively.

My boyfriend Matthew was supposed to show up at 6:00 for date night, and it was now 9:00.

At 7:00, I figured he was just still getting dressed or was stuck in traffic...at 8:00 I was starting to get frustrated and started texting and calling Matt, no response coming back.

Now, at 9:00, tears were brimming.

Where was he? He promised me yesterday he would come and take me out to dinner. That's why I sat, on my pathetic couch, wearing black heels and a black ruffled dress.

I couldn't believe him.

I sniffed and wiped my eyes with a tissue. This isn't the first time he's ditched me.

My doorbell rings and I get up, stomping on my heels to the door of my apartment and open it.

There he was, Matthew, stumbling around in the hall as if he was blinded and had half a beer left in his hand.

I purse my lips, cross my arms, and glare at him as he tries not to fall on the floor.

Matt smirks at me. "Ready for our...what are we doing again tonight?" Matt's words slur as he swigs another gulp of beer.

I grit my teeth and close my eyes to try to relax, but it didn't work. "Where the hell were you?" I hiss through my clenched jaw.

Matt plays with one of his gold bracelets and giggles. "With friends. They had this stuff..."

"Beer?" I hiss.

"Oh my God how'd you know?!" Matt asks in shock.

I get overwhelmingly mad at grab Matt's wrist, tugging him into my apartment, slamming my door behind us. I slam Matt against the wall and then explode.

"You are three hours late for our date Matt!" I yell.

Matt finally becomes the tiniest bit sober. "Zoe stop getting so angry!" Matt yells, shoving me off him in his drunken anger.

I stumble back but regain my balance. I glare at him. "Don't you dare shove me, Matt."

Matt slams his bottle on my kitchen counter and then grabbed my bare shoulders, shaking me.

"Or what Zoe?!" Matt yelled.

I shove Matt off of me. "Can't you just stay sober for one night?!" I beg, hot tears spilling down my soft cheeks.

"Maybe you can stop being so fucking clingy!" Matt shouts, grabbing his jacket he had thrown on the ground.

I lean onto my counter and cry into my hand, trying to shield my tears from Matt.

"Maybe if you weren't so annoying I wouldn't be avoiding you Zoe! I'm done!" Matt yells as he storms out of my apartment, slamming the door behind him as he leaves.

I didn't know what to do. I just stood there, frozen, and felt numb all over. A sob escaped my lips as I finally collapsed onto my floor, sobbing. I couldn't do this anymore.

I sob into my knees and try to hold myself together. But I just couldn't. I fell apart. And no one was here to pick me up and put me back together...

* * *

It had been two months since I've seen Matt. Matt wasn't cradling me anymore, it was my blankets and pillows.

He wasn't making me feel better anymore. It was now Starbucks coffee and ice cream...and Netflix to distract me from my feelings.