Weak Heart

Where Did the Time Go?

Lauren's POV
I'm now changing the story to Lauren's point of view. It will no longer be from third person, but it's now from first person. Thank you for reading! Means the world!there is also a 2 year time Jump if anyone is confused. Thanks again for the support!
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I moved my hand up and down along the furry pink blanket. My pillow was soaking wet. I gave it a little squeeze and I could see water rising a bit. Salt water.. Pouring out of they eyes that used to shine like galaxies-- so they tell me. In the other hand I clutched a picture frame close to my heart. Demi and I. We had broken up about 2 years ago.. I still had my moments when I just cried. I just turned 25 years old. Crazy right? I know. Dinah is getting married in one week and I'm still crying over an old girlfriend. But God.. Did I miss that Girl. I sat up in my bed, moving my messy black hair out of my face. I grabbed my phone texting Dinah about the wedding. I was going to be the maid of honor and wear a gorgeous purple silk dress. It's by me of course.. My business won't stop growing.. Let's just say I'm one very lucky girl when it comes to money. I moved 3 months ago into a house this time. It's a private neighborhood with glorious mansions everywhere. I Happen to live in the biggest one now. I hadn't talked to Demi in about seven months. The last thing we talked about was Demi's engagement. Yes, she was getting married too. It felt like everyone around me was moving forward and getting on with life.. And I was just stuck in the past. Dinah and Shawn had broken up due to him being with both Camila and Dinah.. But as far as I knew Camila and Shawn stayed together. I didn't get caught up in Camila's life anymore. The last time I saw her was still at the grocery store kissing Shawn. Every time I thought about Camila my heart broke. I would never get over Demi or Camila.. But I had forgiven them both. So much had changed in the past couple years.. Except for with me. I was still sharing my weekends with Dinah and Alexa. I was still doing the same things as always. I was stuck in a time of confusion and hurt, from Demi. Demi was all I could think about.. She was my oxygen and she was gone from my life. She had let me go long ago.. But deep down I still hoped for a relationship as good as that one. I wondered if I would ever meet someone as real as Camila and as loving as Demi.. The two girls that I had loved. I had not forgotten either of them... Maybe I had still loved them both. Maybe deep down I had hoped for something again.. Or maybe I was going crazy of being alone. I was indeed alone.. Nobody was kissing me or telling me what they love about me. Nobody was complimenting my eyes or my good heart.. Nobody was there when I needed them to be. I knew the feeling of alone, but I knew that I shouldn't know this feeling. Because nobody ever should. I needed that crazy dysfunctional love. I could only burry myself into work.. And when I was forced into a day off, this is what I would do. Lay in my bed.. And think about what everybody left behind. Why couldn't I? I constantly felt like something was wrong with me.. Because everyone always left. My friends kept me sane, but they couldn't fulfill that longing for someone to love.

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I heard the rain plummeting onto the roof of the limo. I was glad it hasn't started raining until I got into the car. My hair was straightened, my eye makeup was probably so sparkly it was visible from a mile away. My short red dress was skin tight, hugging my body to the point where it was almost uncomfortable. I hated events like these. Red carpets, interviewers, fashionistas everywhere.. It made my head spin. Although I was in awe that so many people would come just for me. This event was a big deal. I had released a brand new pair of rare shoes, that seemed to take off everywhere on the news. The first 700 pairs would be sold tonight at this event. They were clear glass 5 inch high heels. Pure glass. They seemed to be the dream slipper to everyone, but to me it was just another accomplishments. I was starting to feel bad instead of good when I reached accomplishments like these. What good could I be doing instead..? That sometimes popped into my mind occasionally, but I was somewhat proud of myself. I looked up from my shiny black fresh painted nails, and I had to step out into the public eye once again. Miss famous "Lauren Jauregui, owner and founder of the line 'Jauregui'." I took a deep breath. I'm ready for this one. I thought, walking head high into the event, with a whole change of attitude. Tonight, was about me, and I intended to have some fun.