Just a Memory
Prologue
I'm throwing away pictures that I never should have taken in the first place.
"I can't believe you said no." He repeated for the millionth time that night, walking through the door after her.
"What do you want from me?" She asked in an exasperated tone, running her hands through her hair. "I told you, I'm just not ready."
He gave a snort of disbelief, as he slammed the door behind him, "How can you not be ready? We've been together for two years, for god's sake. You're acting like we just met or something."
She cringed slightly at the noise of the slam, "Some couples wait until five years to get married." She stated, sitting on the couch.
"We're not some other couple," he rolled his eyes, moving to stand in front of her, "And as much as I love you, I am not going to wait for you that long. I'd like to still be able to play with my kids when I have them, thank you very much."
"We're not even that old," She frowned, as she stared at the floor, shaking her head, "And if you're willing to let me go that easily, I don't know why you're even asking me to marry you."
"You know what? I don't know why either." He replied with a frustrated voice, ignoring the flash of hurt in her eyes.
"Is everything okay?" She questioned, "Nothing you're doing is making any sense."
"You don't make any sense!" he spat at her, "God, maybe I should just ask some other whore to marry me. They probably wouldn't have rejec-" His statement was interrupted when he felt an impact resembling a slap on the side of his face. Grimacing to himself, he raised his hand to his sore cheek and stared at his girlfriend who had stood up, in shock.
"Go ahead and ask some other whore." She hissed, and shook her head, clenching and unclenching her mildly throbbing hand angrily. "We're done here. I'm done with you, no more of this bullshit." She stated solemnly, grabbing her keys, as she made her way out of the door.
As she got into her car, she swallowed a seemingly large lump down her throat, as she looked up at the building standing tall before her. This house was supposed to be the start of a special milestone in their relationship but instead, it had turned out to be the start of their ultimate downfall.
The two had met outside a small café, when she had been running after a stray paper that had gotten away from her in midst of traveling through the city during the windy day. As she ran, she saw that a man had caught the paper before it could travel any farther. He had teasingly held it up so high that she wouldn't be able to reach it with her small stature. He'd told her that he'd give it back to her if she would have a cup of coffee with him. Reluctantly, she agreed to go with him. It turned out to be a great decision on her part after she left the tiny coffee shop; she had finally gotten back the stubborn paper that she was chasing after for so long, and in addition to that, a small folded napkin with a number written on it.
The standard three days had passed before she received a phone call from him. Steadily, the two went on dates and got to know each other, eventually becoming a couple. Soon enough, she could tell that she was already falling for him; she could only hope that he felt the same way. And he did. He'd told her he loved her six months into the relationship. Everything had been going great for the two too. She'd finally finished her last year of college, attaining her degree in psychology, and he had just been promoted and given a raise at his job as a graphic designer. Both of them had rarely gotten into any fights, and whenever they did, they'd work it out within a day or two. It was a seemingly perfect relationship…until she suggested that they move in together.
He was hesitant to give up his bachelor pad at first, but he eventually warmed up to the idea and together, the two looked for a place to stay, someplace new where they could start their life as a couple. They found a house they both loved, and could afford to rent, and they moved in. Both of them lived a blissful life, where only arguments over who would do the laundry or cook would bother them. However, after the second month of living in the new house, he had been getting extremely distant from her. He was hardly ever home, and the two barely talked to each other anymore. Phone calls were two minutes in length at most–three if she was on hold beforehand, and kisses and hugs were unaffectionate, few and almost nonexistent. After trying for months, she just didn't know what to do anymore. All she wanted was her boyfriend back, and not this shell of the guy he used to be.
Just as she had almost lost all hope, last week he surprised her. He had actually been home while she was awake and conscious, and he had kissed her almost wholeheartedly as he had when they first started going out. He had even asked her out on a date, something he hadn't done in a year. She got ready, and they eventually left for the fancy restaurant where during dessert, she had completely frozen in her seat when he had gotten down on one knee and asked her the one question that she had dreamed of being asked since she was a child.
She held in her tears as best as she could, while she shook her head to get rid of the heavy amount of congestion in her head. She backed out of the driveway, as she pressed her foot to the petal, willing herself to drive as far as she could, just so she could get away from him, from everything. She needed to forget all of the hurt that she'd accumulated in the past five months with him. She needed to forget everything, good and bad, about him.
And she needed to forget now.
And it's cold in my apartment, as I'm changing all colors from the brightest reds to grays.
If You Wanted a Song Written About You, All You Had to Do Was Ask - Mayday Parade.
A/N: I'm back again, surprisingly. I don't know where this came from, but I like what I have for it so far. Just to let you know, I'm planning on consistently updating this weekly, or once every two weeks if I'm that busy. I swear on my ipod, cell phone, and laptop, that I won't abandon this midway. And when it comes to those three things, you know this is serious business. Haha.
I hope you enjoyed this prologue, and a few words of wisdom; not everything is like it seems.
Let me know what you think? :)
