He chose her

Type: heartbreak
Word Count: 681
Published: February 2, 2018

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There you lay on your bed.. in the dark... at 2 am at night... not falling asleep.

Maybe it's because you did no physical activity what so ever so you still had this energy you needed to use.

Maybe it was that venti coffee drink you bought at Starbucks for a late lunch snack.

Maybe it was just those nights when you'd catch yourself thinking about Peter.

He chose her.

Her.

Maybe you shouldn't feel this way. Maybe you were just being a little over dramatic.

The cars outside on the road were still driving down the street; a typical night in New York. The lights of the buildings were also illuminating the dark abyss they call space in the absence of the sun.

He chose her.

As if you weren't dropping hints since day one.

But could you blame Peter? He wanted the pretty, smart, charismatic, outgoing girl. He wanted the sweet popular one.

And he got her.

Kudos to him.

'But what about me??' You thought, your mind starting to talk as if it were it's own person.

'I was there for him when he failed his first test. I was there for him when May was going through something. I've been there this whole time!!' Your mind screams. You harshly inhale a breath of air, slowly releasing it out your lungs afterwards.

Then you tried to close your eyes to get some sleep for school tomorrow. You just needed a couple hours.

But then a realization hit you.

"I was there for him when he was talking about a girl that I thought was me.." This time you say it out loud, your mind too weak to handle it as a thought.

You threw your hands to your face, the feeling of stupidity and disappointment in yourself for being narcissistic washing over you.

"I'm so dumb, I'm so dumb, I'm so dumb!!" You first muttered, gradually becoming louder, but not loud enough to wake your parents.

"All this time.. I thought he was indirecting at me, to make me feel jealous. Then I'd think in the end, he would confess to me..."

You swallowed a dry lump in your throat. Your heart started to break into more pieces, as if it already isn't turned to dust at this point.

"I was just too close minded to think he would like me. Of course he wouldn't like me! He likes her!!" You slam your hands on your blanket in frustration.

Then the inevitable happened. You reached for your phone and decided to call him.

This was probably a stupid decision.

And it was.

Why would you call Peter at 2am in the morning? He would be sleeping, right?

That never crossed your mind. Your decision was made in the heat of a moment.

In the fit of frustration and anger, you put your phone up to your ear.

It rang the first time, and as if it were the ocean, your negative feelings were swept away.

It rang a second time, and you felt tears start to brim your eyes.

It rang a thir–

"Hello?"

You gasped, not thinking he would pick up at this hour. By now, you were holding back your sobs. You covered your mouth to not make a sound.

"Hello? (Y/n)?" Peter asks into his phone again. This time, instead of tired and groggy-like, his voice is of concern.

"(Y/n)?.." He continues. You couldn't do it. You couldn't even bring up the courage to say 'hey' back.

So you hung up.

Then throwing your phone off the bed to somewhere in your room, you mentally screamed and slammed your body back down on the covers.

Why did you ever think you could have Peter? In what world do you and Peter get together? How the hell would that work?

'It wouldn't. This is the real world and everything sucks.'

Then you covered your head with your blanket, wanting to forget everything and wishing to wake up with amnesia so you can forget about this stupid thing.

'Tinkerbell has always been there for Peter, but Peter chose Wendy.'

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I went Disney AND 5sos on this imagine.
Seriously it's like 7:30 am where I am and I'm writing this because my district as a 2 hour delay so.. why not write more soul crushing imagines while I'm at it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
edit: ^ that was a couple days ago so now I'm posting it :)

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