daylight

your losing me

Taylors POV
I sit like a child on the front steps waiting to hear Joe's keys turn in the door and after moments they do but I open the door before he gets the chance to unlock it.

"Hey you", I smile, my cheeks tinted pink. "You scared the shit out of me", he pushes around me and tosses his items on the couch and he kicks off his shoes. "How was work, my love", I ask still smiling. "Same as usual", Joe replies blandly. "I missed you so much, 2 days is too long", I frown walking over and wrapping my arms around his face.

"It's not even that long, Taylor." I roll my eyes and squeeze him tighter. "I booked us a registration at a really fancy and nice restaurant for in an hour so I am going to go freshen up, I'll be down in a bit." He speaks up before I walk away. "Not in the mood to go out tonight, sorry."

"But Joe you j-." "Taylor please stop we are not going, call and cancel." I nod respectfully. "Of course. Would you like to watch a movie or something?" "What?", he asks annoyed look up from his phone as he lays on the couch.

"Never fucking mind", I mumble but loud enough for him to here and I run up the stairs and collapse onto my bed. I begin to sob silently and puddles of tears fall of the side of my face. An hour passes by and I am passed out, puffy-eyed on the bed.

Joe walks into the room and lays next to me. He kisses the inside of my neck which wakes me up. "Hmm", I hum turning to look at him and he frowns. "Were you crying, whats wrong darling", he asks confused as he rubs his thumb under my eyes and over my cheeks which had mascara stains.

"Crying? I was not crying I-I'm fine." "Taylor..." "Joe, I swear I am fine just... come here", I whisper shakily as I pull him closer into me. "Oh my fucking god. It's about dinner isn't it?"

I am startled by the tone in his voice and I move away and turn around to face him. "I-" "Taylor, seriously? You cried because I said no to dinner?" I shrug my shoulders. "I'm sorry.", I whisper as another tear runs down my face.

"Maybe ask first before booking a reservation?", he stands up and walks out the room slamming the door which makes me jump. I get up and run out of the room. "Joe? Babe w-where are y-you going", I ask from the top of the stairwell as he is putting his shoes on.

"I was trying to do something nice with you and I j-just got a little sad when you said no, thats all, love. I am really sorry where are you going?" "Bam right there, there is the problem Taylor do you not see it? You are a fucking pathological people pleaser." I feel my body almost collapse.

"What does that even mean? Yeah I wanna please you, I love you. I-I'm n-not pathological... I just want you to see me, Joe. You hardly ever give me attention so I am trying to have fun with you... I don't know. It has all been for you, is that not what you want because hell I could sure sit back and not do shit, but then we would not be here if I did that because I am the only one fucking trying. Like do something. Say something, Joe. Do you not love me anymore because if you do it's not fucking showing", by the time I am done shouting I am sobbing.

"Pathological people pleaser", he scoffs, "all you care about is how I see you. Your'e not doing it because you love me." That was so not true. I love him so much, what does he mean?

"Stop calling me that", I say harshly. "Do you even know what I was going to do at dinner tonight", I cry out. "Something pathological?", he laughs out. "JOE SERIOUSLY. STOP FUCKING SAYING IM PATHOLOGICAL I AM JUST TRYING TO MAKE US WORK", I scream as I fall to the ground and I sob into my hands.

I sit up again. "Joe... I have a ring in my nightstand. I was going to ask you to m-marry me." He doesn't respond. "I'm sorry, Taylor." I stand up and run down the stairs. "W-What do you mean", I pull his shoulder back as he opens the front door. "Taylor let go, I'm sorry, goodbye."

"No no no Joe please do not leave. We can talk this through please", I cry out but he slams the door on my face. I don't attempt to run after him I just sink to the ground and I sob until I physically cannot anymore.

I had no tears left, my body was weak, I was shaking, and I could not feel anything. Not sadness, not anger, nothing I felt indifferent. Was our plane going down the whole time? Had he stopped loving way before I even thought of such a thing? Was it all fucking one sided and I was blind and didn't notice? But I honestly do not blame him. Who would marry me? I need to accept the fact that I am always alone no matter who I am with.

(The next morning)

I wake up on the living room couch and my head pounds. "Oh, sweetheart...", I hear a familiar voice come from the kitchen. Everything in blurry and I sit up and rub my eyes.

"Selena?" She nods and sits next to me, handing me pain meds and a cup of water and she rubs my back with her fingers. "What happened", I ask hella confused. She chuckles but not in super happy way.

"Love, you called me last night. Wasted, completely gone. You told me about what happened... with Joe. You were sobbing and by the time I got here you were passed out on the ground with an empty wine bottle next to you."

I nod slowly. "Oh.. I'm sorry." "Tay why are you sorry I am sorry for what happened you did not deserve anything of that, him you do not deserve him." I feel tells fall from my cheeks but she wipes them.

"Come here, my sweet sweet girl." The second my head hits her shoulder I begin to cry. Sel rocks me back and forth running her fingers through my hair as I cried.

"I worked everything out with him last night. He... is coming to collect his items this afternoon." "Fuck he really is gone isn't he..." Selena does not respond she just hold me night. "He is", I answer my own question. "My Joe, he is gone", I sob.

A/N- heyy so this was just like the opener I thought i should start with the breakup but yeahh