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[39] Roger Taylor Valentine's Imagine

Alright. Change of plans haha. I thought I would only find the inspiration to do short stuff, but here we are, 2500 words just like that ;D That's what happens if you leave me alone with my thoughts and a tablet.

The way this turned out is the complete opposite of what I had planned, but I prefer this over the original plan by far. I am so curious to hear what you think of this hehe.
Really, please don't be shy to comment, I love that!

I will reply to your comments on the Freddie one tomorrow, now I have to sleep, I just really wanted to finish this. I hope you'll enjoy it! 😄

[Please excuse typos, I proofread it but I'm so tired so who knows what I missed]

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If you were honest you weren't looking forward to Valentine's Day this year. Even though you should have been. It was the first Valentine's Day with your current boyfriend. You'd been together for almost eleven months, but lately it hadn't been going well. Your boyfriend was away a lot, which was exactly what wasn't good for your relationship. You didn't have a lot of time together, and what time you did have together was spent fighting a lot, over the smallest things.

There was this tension between you, and not the good kind of tension - sexual tension - but the negative kind of tension, where you fought over silly things like what you ate for breakfast. It was ridiculous, but you couldn't help it. If you tried to be civil, he was bitching around, if he was being civil you couldn't help but be bitchy. And currently, you still hadn't made up after your last fight which had happened a few days ago. 

You couldn't remember what it had been about, but you could remember that he had stormed out of your flat and you hadn't talked since. And because he was the one who had left, you thought that he was the one who had to come back. He hadn't, which really got to you. You didn't want to break up with him, but it seemed to be the inevitable logic consquence after all that had happened.

When you woke up Valentine's morning, you weren't feeling well. You got into the shower and tried to wash away the bad feeling. However, that wasn't successful. It loomed over your head like a dark thunderstorm cloud in front of the sun. Breakfast didn't help with that either, the more time you had to think, the worse it got actually.

You had imagined breakfast that day to be this wonderfully romantic thing, breakfast in bed, with heart-shaped pancakes, with roses, with your boyfriend. But there it was neither breakfast in bed, not with heart-shaped pancakes, not with roses, not with your boyfriend. It wasn't good.

But it had to be done anyway, you were hungry. You put your dirty dishes into the sink, but you didn't feel motivated to do them. Giving up on that, you slowly made your way into the living room and flopped down on the couch. You didn't feel motivated to do anything, and with every minute that passed in which there was no ringing of your doorbell, no ringing of your phone, nothing that indicated that your boyfriend thought about you, your mood got worse.

To distract yourself you eventually picked up a book, but nothing could really help you get better through the day. You had taken a day off work because your boyfriend had mentioned - during one of your good times - that he was planning something big for the day. But now the supposedly big thing ended up being you alone in your living room. On Valentine's Day. Which sucked completely. 

Especially because you had no one to help you through the day. All of your friends had someone for Valentine's day, and technically you did too. But if you had a boyfriend who couldn't get over his gigantic ego and apologise so you could possibly spend some time together, then did you still have a boyfriend worth having? Not really.