JJ Maybank Imagines

[a] When He Doesn't Love You Anymore

Imagine type: angst

Warning: not edited

Recommended song: That's Us by Anson Seabra [this song makes me sob like no other holy cow]

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You always had feelings for JJ. They weren't always romantic, but you always had a soft spot for him. The way he smiled and laughed, you always found something about him interesting, but you never realized how strong your feelings for him would become.

He was what you thought about in the morning, even when you were still groggy, and you thought about him before you went to sleep. To put it simply, he was your life.

It was a feeling you couldn't quite put into words, but you knew he felt it. At least you thought he did. Until he didn't anymore.

That's when you slowly started to break down. The relationship was cold. JJ was still there, but barely, and if he was, it was more for the comfort of a familiar face.

So why did you stay? Because you loved him. And you would stay until he broke your heart, until he told you with words that he didn't want you instead of his actions.

The cool air hit the back of neck, causing you to shrink in your jacket a bit more. The walk to the coffee house was short, but it felt twice as long without JJ walking with you.

He had told you he was busy, plans for a school project, but you knew he was lying. He could be good at lying, not to you, though. For some reason, he was never good at lying to you or maybe you were the only person who could read him well enough to tell.

Warm air danced across your cold skin as you stepped into the coffee house. You took a seat down at a small table for two people. Normally you would've liked to occupy a booth, but you decided to save it for another couple who might want it.

Placing your coat on the back of your chair, you decided to order something hot to warm your body up a bit. Playing with the laminated menu on your hands, you order whatever, not giving much thought to it.

As much as you hated studying alone, everyone seemed to be busy and there was no point in wasting two hours doing nothing. Besides, you really needed a good grade on your class paper, depending on it to bring your grade up.

Your drink arrived just as you pulled out everything. The table was littered with highlighters and textbooks and pens. It seemed as though a stationary store had dumped its contents on your table.

The steamy mug took you much too long to finish, as you were too distracted for long periods of time to actually focus on anything but your schoolwork.

The minutes drawled on slowly, your hand aching from taking so many notes and back sore from sitting. Leaning back in your chair, you took the final sip of drink, which was by now no longer warm.

A familiar laugh causes you to look up, but you really wish you hadn't.

You must not have realized earlier, but the booth you saved for another couple is now taken.

By JJ, that is.

Doesn't mean there's a girl with him you thought, trying to keep your breathing at a normal speed. You couldn't even see whoever was sitting there. It could've been John B for all you knew.

You kept a close eye on the booth, though, waiting to see if anyone would emerge, but you could have almost fallen asleep before anyone got up.

A girl. Petite and brunette with freckles. She was practically the definition of a girl next door. She walked past you on the way to the washroom, offering you a quick smile out of politeness, but you barely noticed.