Without A Queen (POF Sequel)

11

Morning

|Justin POV|

"Justin, I've done a lot of thinking and my friends and everyone keeps telling me the same thing," Iman said biting her lip as she looked up at me.

My heart started beating fast and I let out a slight sigh to ease my nervousness. Being in her welcoming presence again, was the best feeling ever.

"And I'm not just saying this because of the advice I've been getting, but I was wrong for saying I didn't love you. I didn't mean it at all. I just thought that's how I felt when in reality I feel quite the opposite." She said hesitantly walking up to me. 

She looked me in my eyes and took my hand, lacing our fingers together before unlocking them, and cupping my cheek. "I'm sorry if I hurt you Justin. I just wanted you to feel how I felt. But I've realized that wasn't really the right thing to do.."

"It's alright, Iman. I think I should be the one apologizing in the first place. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. And I-I just miss you..so fucking much.." I said pulling her into me and kissing her forehead, finally wrapping my arms around her, hugging her.

"I don't want us to fight anymore Justin. I rather we just figure everything out by ourselves now. I was making a stupid mistake. I still love you, Justin." Iman looked at me with tears in her beautiful eyes.

"Shh it's okay, love. And we should." I wiped the tears forming at the bottom of her eyelids and brought her face in to mine, kissing her.

While kissing Iman, I heard a loud noise by the door. I didn't want let go of Iman. I didn't want to stop kissing her.

The sound became even louder and I furrowed my eyebrows.

~end of dream~
~No one~

"What...the...fuck!" Justin groaned clenching his jaw as he clenched the pillow. The knocking at his door continued.

"Justin I know you're not dead, but everyone else thinks you are!" He heard his brother's voice.

"Just wonderful.." Justin muttered realizing everything was just a dream and that Iman wasn't here.

It pained him so much because the dream felt so real..

"Jaxon I'm really not in the mood."

"You're never in the mood." He scoffed and left the door. Jaxon hated seeing Justin like this. It was well into the afternoon and Justin was yet to be up. He'd usually be up before then.

He really wasn't getting enough sleep at all.

Justin sighed and decided to just attend to his kingly duties. That's what he was good at, anyway. He actually realized how much of a help Iman was. Everything Justin's been out of order for him since she's left.

But Justin didn't want to dwell on her for too long.

Justin roamed around what used to his and Iman's bedroom, looking at pictures they took together hanged up in frames against the wall.

In every single picture they had a smile on their faces. He looked at others that him, Iman, and his kids all in one giant picture. Justin couldn't help but wish he was as happy as he was when they took those pictures.