Stay For Her, Please?
Stay For Her, Please?
Carmella's POV
I woke up to a dark room. It must be really early in the morning. I didn't feel Wynston's long limbs wrapped around my waist. I turned around and saw his half of the bed empty. I heard rustling down the hallway, I made my way down the hallway, hoping it would be Wynston. I get to the living room and look to my left to see Wynston with a packed bag.
"Baby, what are you doing up this late with a packed bag?"
He sighed and looked at me like he was unsure of what he wanted to say. He hesitated before he finally answered my question.
"Carm, I'm leaving."
He looked at the ground, I was confused. If he left that meant that our family would no longer be a family. I walked towards him and raised his chin.
"Wynston, are you really leaving after all we've been through? We have a child for goodness sakes. That little girl in the other room is going to wake up to no dad. When she asks me where you have gone, what an I supposed to tell her? That you walked out because you didn't want a family anymore? I have loved you since high school. You can't go now, this is just the beginning of our relationship. We have so many things we haven't done as a family."
I could see in his face that he was angry now. He looked me in the eyes.
"Don't you try to make me seem like I'm the bad parent. You barely spend any time with Thylane anymore because you're always off modeling. I've always been there when she needed me. I have always loved you and I still do, but I need some time away. I know It sounds cliche, but this is a serious matter."
"Wynston, you are her life. If you leave now, there is no telling how she will react, she is only 8 years old! She doesn't deserve this!"
I was whisper-yelling at him now. He just shook his head and walked out the door, leaving an echo behind him. I stared at the door as tears came to the brim of my eyes. I walked back upstairs and looked around the room. I found a picture, that was the day my manager said that Thylane should have a photoshoot with us. I smiled at the memory, later on we took this picture. (Pretend that Thylane's hair is brown.) Now that I think about it, we can no longer have pictures like that. I laid the picture down on its face, as I did with all the other pictures of Wynston. I walked slowly over to his side of the bed and laid in his spot. I clenched his pillow and fell into a peaceful fantasy.
~The next morning~
Carmella's POV
I got a call saying that I have a 12:00 a.m. photoshoot and an interview tomorrow. I looked at the clock and it was 8:00 a.m. . I decided to get up and cook breakfast and then get ready after. I walked down the hall towards Thylane's soft snores. She caught a cold recently, from Wynston. Oh boy, what is she going to say about him being gone. Well, she never really asks if he's here or not any other day because she expects him to be there. We're good for now.
I made breakfast and talked to Thylane about her next photoshoot. She was going to be posing on different sets. It sounded pretty cool to me, we finished talking and were done eating. We headed upstairs and I ran her a bath. She asked me if we could sing together while she took a bath. She was the only one who knew that I could sing and play several instruments. I sat down on the edge of the tub and started singing. This was a song I wrote when I couldn't sleep last night.
And It's always the little things
And it's always the little things
I can see the ocean on top the shore
And the boy I love walked out the door
And now if I could just get up the courage to get up off this floor
Ill carry on carry on carry on like nothing's wrong
Carry on carry on
But I still hear you in every song
And it always the little things
And it always the little things
That keep me coming back for you
I can see your reflection every where I go
Can't stand to look in the mirror cause I know
Everything in you is everything in me
I must carry on carry on carry on like nothing's wrong
carry on carry on you always told me I was strong
And it's always the little things
(That keep me comin back)
And it's always the little things
(That keep me comin back)
That keep me coming back for you
That keep me coming back for you
And my hearts in your hand but your hand is not in mine
And my heart in your hand but your hand is not in mine
And my hearts in your hand but your hand is not in mine
And it's always the little things
And it's always the little things
That keep me comin back for you
That keep me comin back for you
That keep me comin back for you
For you.......
After I was done singing Thylane yawned.
"Well it looks like it's time to for a nap!"
She nodded her head slowly, her eyes were barely open. I grabbed a towel and she stood up. I wrapped her in the towel and helped her out of the tub. I took her to her bedroom and gave her, her pajamas. I laid her down and kissed her forehead before turning out the light and leaving the room. I walked back down the hall to my room. I ran the shower and stepped in, the water was just the right temperature, I felt like it had washed all of my worries away.
I got out of the shower and went to the room and grabbed my guitar on top of the closet. I started writing a new song, I had a good feeling about this song. I don't know why.
I woke up to a dark room. It must be really early in the morning. I didn't feel Wynston's long limbs wrapped around my waist. I turned around and saw his half of the bed empty. I heard rustling down the hallway, I made my way down the hallway, hoping it would be Wynston. I get to the living room and look to my left to see Wynston with a packed bag.
"Baby, what are you doing up this late with a packed bag?"
He sighed and looked at me like he was unsure of what he wanted to say. He hesitated before he finally answered my question.
"Carm, I'm leaving."
He looked at the ground, I was confused. If he left that meant that our family would no longer be a family. I walked towards him and raised his chin.
"Wynston, are you really leaving after all we've been through? We have a child for goodness sakes. That little girl in the other room is going to wake up to no dad. When she asks me where you have gone, what an I supposed to tell her? That you walked out because you didn't want a family anymore? I have loved you since high school. You can't go now, this is just the beginning of our relationship. We have so many things we haven't done as a family."
I could see in his face that he was angry now. He looked me in the eyes.
"Don't you try to make me seem like I'm the bad parent. You barely spend any time with Thylane anymore because you're always off modeling. I've always been there when she needed me. I have always loved you and I still do, but I need some time away. I know It sounds cliche, but this is a serious matter."
"Wynston, you are her life. If you leave now, there is no telling how she will react, she is only 8 years old! She doesn't deserve this!"
I was whisper-yelling at him now. He just shook his head and walked out the door, leaving an echo behind him. I stared at the door as tears came to the brim of my eyes. I walked back upstairs and looked around the room. I found a picture, that was the day my manager said that Thylane should have a photoshoot with us. I smiled at the memory, later on we took this picture. (Pretend that Thylane's hair is brown.) Now that I think about it, we can no longer have pictures like that. I laid the picture down on its face, as I did with all the other pictures of Wynston. I walked slowly over to his side of the bed and laid in his spot. I clenched his pillow and fell into a peaceful fantasy.
~The next morning~
Carmella's POV
I got a call saying that I have a 12:00 a.m. photoshoot and an interview tomorrow. I looked at the clock and it was 8:00 a.m. . I decided to get up and cook breakfast and then get ready after. I walked down the hall towards Thylane's soft snores. She caught a cold recently, from Wynston. Oh boy, what is she going to say about him being gone. Well, she never really asks if he's here or not any other day because she expects him to be there. We're good for now.
I made breakfast and talked to Thylane about her next photoshoot. She was going to be posing on different sets. It sounded pretty cool to me, we finished talking and were done eating. We headed upstairs and I ran her a bath. She asked me if we could sing together while she took a bath. She was the only one who knew that I could sing and play several instruments. I sat down on the edge of the tub and started singing. This was a song I wrote when I couldn't sleep last night.
And It's always the little things
And it's always the little things
I can see the ocean on top the shore
And the boy I love walked out the door
And now if I could just get up the courage to get up off this floor
Ill carry on carry on carry on like nothing's wrong
Carry on carry on
But I still hear you in every song
And it always the little things
And it always the little things
That keep me coming back for you
I can see your reflection every where I go
Can't stand to look in the mirror cause I know
Everything in you is everything in me
I must carry on carry on carry on like nothing's wrong
carry on carry on you always told me I was strong
And it's always the little things
(That keep me comin back)
And it's always the little things
(That keep me comin back)
That keep me coming back for you
That keep me coming back for you
And my hearts in your hand but your hand is not in mine
And my heart in your hand but your hand is not in mine
And my hearts in your hand but your hand is not in mine
And it's always the little things
And it's always the little things
That keep me comin back for you
That keep me comin back for you
That keep me comin back for you
For you.......
After I was done singing Thylane yawned.
"Well it looks like it's time to for a nap!"
She nodded her head slowly, her eyes were barely open. I grabbed a towel and she stood up. I wrapped her in the towel and helped her out of the tub. I took her to her bedroom and gave her, her pajamas. I laid her down and kissed her forehead before turning out the light and leaving the room. I walked back down the hall to my room. I ran the shower and stepped in, the water was just the right temperature, I felt like it had washed all of my worries away.
I got out of the shower and went to the room and grabbed my guitar on top of the closet. I started writing a new song, I had a good feeling about this song. I don't know why.
Notes
Ahhhh, new story! Please comment, rate, and subscribe!
^^^Carmella to Wynston.
Well, byeeee!!!
