I sat in my room that felt foreign to me now. I lived with my boyfriend Zach and our best friends but things change. We were happy but then one fight. One big fight. I left. I took my clothes, my knick knacks, everything. But when I left, I left a piece of my heart. Zach was my everything and you don't just get rid of that easily.
I came home agrily and marched outside where Zach was with the guys. He was laughing about something Jack said but my angry face made his smile disappear.
"What's wrong?" Zach concerningly asks.
"Wow you completely forgot didn't you?" I say with a dry laugh.
"What are you- oh my god your show! I completely forgot! I am so sorry and I-"
"No Zach I told you about this for weeks! Weeks!" I yell before marching to our room.
Zach follows me and I start grabbing an overnight bag.
"What are you doing?" Zach questions.
"Leaving," I harshly answer.
"Wow just run away from your problems like alway Y/n!"
I turned to look at him.
"When I forget about one of your shows that means the most to you, you see if you would get mad and leave," I bitterly state.
"Yes Y/n, I forgot and I'm sorry but things happen. That was rude of me and I do apologise but leaving? For what? You're so ridiculous."
I turn and look at him again.
"That show was dedicated to you, you asshole. My dance, it was you YOUR song."
Zach stands there with wide eyes.
"Y/n I am so sorry. I will make it up to you I swear!" Zach pleads.
"No Zach! I'm not forgiving you right now!"
"I don't get it Y/n! I am genuinely sorry and you just don't care! What do you want me to do?"
"Your an asshole."
"And your a bitch."
"Don't you EVER call me that again," I yell while standing up and stepping closer to him.
"Then don't start."
"You did this! YOU!"
"I forgot about your stupid show, deal with it! It happened. I didn't even want to go!"
That hurt a lot. That's what got me. My whole show took months of planning and preparation for him and he didn't care. My time was wasted on him. And I wanted him to care the most
That was last week. So far I've just stayed in bed all day and someone would bring me food. At night I would sit on our roof and look at the moon like me and Zach did. I'd talk to it and just imagine it was Zach. I guess I hoped that he'd be on the other side, talking to me too.
That's what I was doing right now. Sitting on my roof with a big blanket and staring at the moon with tears streaming down my face. Zach was all I had for awhile. He was my smile. He was my heart. He was my everything and it hurts leaving that. I decided I couldn't do it anymore so I jumped off. I landed on my feet, probably spraining my ankle, and went to my room. I repacked my bags and bought the next ticket to LA.
The plane landed and I dashed to my luggage and got in and Uber. When we pulled up, I practically dashed to the house. Jonah answered my knock and looked at me confused but I dropped my bags and dashed outside. I knew Zach was out there like he always was. I stood a few feet away and just admired him.
Zach slowly stood up and turned around to meet my gaze. I ran to him and he picked me up and spun me around in a hug.
"I'm sorry," I whisper while letting out a few tears.
Zach stops spinning but keeps me in a hug.
"I'm sorry too," he whispers back.
"I love you," Zach says.
"I love you too."
