it’s not over for me ~ a wes one shot.
if the song stops, start it over.
Being in a relationship with a celebrity had its ups and downs. Wes was constantly away. Doing shows, being interviewed, or he just didn’t want to be home. You had been dating for almost 2 years now, and you began to doubt your relationship with him. Out of the 7 days of the week, you only saw him for two… maybe three.
Today was the day. June 23rd. Your 2 year anniversary with Wes. You met eachother on the beach; he wouldn’t stop staring at you. He approached you and told you how beautiful you were, asked for your name, and told you that you two should hang out sometime. Later that week, you did. It didn’t take too long for you to fall for him. But for him, it was a different story. He was a great boyfriend, you had to admit. But the lost time killed you inside, and you were just… over it.
“I’ll be back later.” He said, closing the door. No “I love you”? No kiss goodbye? This was it. You felt tears forming in your eyes when you grabbed a suitcase and began filling it. When you were done, you ripped out a piece of paper in your notebook and grabbed a sharpie.
I’m sorry. But I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry if I wasn’t good enough for you or if I was holding you back. But I’m leaving. And by the time you read this, I’ll already be gone.
You couldn’t write anymore. Your handwriting was becoming sloppier. Your head was throbbing and your heart hurt.
I just feel like our relationship doesn’t mean anything to you anymore. It’s over. I hope the future brings you better things. Things better than me.
You put the note on the kitchen table and put your shoes and jacket on. After telling Sampson goodbye for the last time, you took one last look at the house. The house full of painful memories of you & Wes. The pillow fights, movie nights, the “I love you more” wars, and last but not least, the endless fights. He’d scream at you, even when he didn’t realize he was. You’d lock yourself in the bathroom and cry, even though he was on the other side, apologizing and telling you to come out.
You put the suitcase in the trunk of your car and closed it. You sat in your car for a few minutes. You felt more tears coming, but you just couldn’t cry. You backed out of the driveway, and started to drive. You had no idea where you wanted to go; you just wanted to leave.
You decided to drive up to your friend’s house, who lived about an hour and a half from Wesley’s house. You told her about Wes and she said you could stay for as long as you’d like. It was about 8 at night when Wes got home. “[Y/N], I’m home!” He said. He greeted Sampson and got a little curious. “Helloooooooo?” He began looking around the house, thinking you were playing hide and seek, but then he saw the note. He read each and every word. His heart broke. He pulled out his phone and called you. All you saw was the caller ID, and put it on silent. You just couldn’t talk to him. Not now.
After that, he called you even more and left text messages like:
Baby, please answer your phone.
You were miserable, even though it had only been 3 days since you left. You loved Wes, but you just couldn’t be with him. “Hey, I’m going to the store, I’ll be back later!” Your friend yelled up the stairs. 10 minutes went by and there was a knock on the door. You jumped out of bed and attempted to fix your hair. You bolted down the stairs as you heard another knock. You opened up the door.
“Can I come in?” He asked. His voice was low and raspy. You were speechless; all you could do was nod. You closed the door behind him. “What are you doing here?” You were fighting the tears again. “Baby, I miss you. I’m sorry I was such an asshole to you. I never meant to hurt you. But please, come back.” A tear rolled down your cheek. Shit.
“No, Wes. I can’t.” His facial expression changed. “Just listen to me. You don’t have to talk, but please, just listen. Ever since you left, I haven’t felt the same. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t properly function without you. And yes, I even cried. You mean the world to me, babygirl. I miss your laugh, your smile, your smell, your face, just.. everything about you. I know I’m a straight up ass sometimes, but I really do care about you. And I regret not treating you the way you should be treated. It’s not over for me..”
The tears were running down your face by now. You lost the battle. He’d use his thumb to wipe the tears away and he wrapped his arms around you. “Please, come home.” He whispered. You finally had the strength to say something. “Wes. I’m sorry.. but it’s just not gonna happen. “He sighed and let go. “There’s only one other way.” You raised your eyebrow. “And that would be?” He dropped to one knee in front of you and pulled out a small, red velvet box and opened it. A beautiful diamond ring was inside.
“[Your Full Name], I’ve been waiting to ask you this, and I think now is it the right time. Let me make it up to you. I promise I will treat you like a fucking queen. You are my life. And without you, I am nothing. Will you marry me?”
You looked at him, the ring, and back at him. You really did love him. Maybe you could give him a second chance. And then, you began to nod your head up and down.
“Yes.” That’s the only thing you were able to say before he jumped up and hugged you so tightly that you could barely breathe. Everyone deserves a second chance, right?