They were in love, at a time. But, as many couples do, they fell out of it. Outside pressures caused their protective walls to cave in. Nights alone became weeks, the FaceTime calls diminished until the only time one occurred was when one wanted to scream at the other face to face. While neither of them turned to another human for comfort, they let out their pain and frustration through creative outlets that took them father and farther away from each other. They tried, and made it three years before finally sitting down and talking about divorce. It was a terrible conversation to have, but she wanted him to be free from his unhappiness, and he wanted her to find someone that could love her they way she deserved to be loved.

Demi

I stared at the stack of papers on the desk in front of me. I had gotten them in the mail a little over a week ago, but still hadn't brought myself to sign them. I was torn between not wanting my marriage to be over, and wanting what was best for Wilmer. We tried, but that wasn't good enough for me. I wanted to succeed. I wanted to show the doubting world that we could make it through the pain and the obstacles everyone threw at us and become a power couple. That couldn't happen if I signed these papers. With a sigh I put them back in the desk drawer and walked out of the home office. Wilmer was in the Los Angeles house, going through our stuff, while I went through our things here. It wasn't going well, every time I tried to begin I would end up crying over the littlest things. But it had to be done, so I started in the bedroom, trying to get it over with.

There were pictures of us everywhere, tucked in little nooks and crannies, on the walls, in my closet. I loved to be reminded of him, but now it just felt like another stab into my heart as I took them down one by one. A framed one, sitting on my vanity, made me stop as I stared at it. It was a picture of Wilmer and I kissing, in a large crowd of people for the first time. It was not long after I made our relationship public, and we'd gone to a concert with a few friends. Wilmer spent the entire time kissing on my neck and making out with me, not caring who was staring and whispering about us. It just felt good to be able to do this without trying to hide at the glimpse of a flash. It was hard to believe this was actually us, so much had changed since then.

Wilmer

I hated this house now that I wouldn't be sharing it with her anymore. Every time I saw that envelope with those god damned divorce papers in it I would want to throw something. I didn't want it to be over, I wanted forever with her, that was what I promised. I hated breaking the promises I made to her. For better or for worse, as long as we both shall live. Those words that I spoke in front of all of our friends and family, and in front of God had been echoing inside my head the second we sat down to rationally talk about our relationship. She had originally brought it up, but the more we talked about it the more it made sense. But now that it's actually happening, and I'm sitting alone packing up all of our memories together, it was clear that I didn't want this.

The bedroom, would be the worst, and I knew it, so I started there. Like a bandaid, to get it over with. The bed, where we'd made love countless times, and made a promise to each other to never go to sleep mad. I used to leave love bites along her neck and shoulders, and she'd slap my chest when she saw them the next morning, but by her smile I knew she loved it. I wondered if she could remember the way I used to kiss her. Her taste would be forever imbedded into my brain.

Demi

I was digging through my dresser when I came across dozens of plane tickets from when Wilmer and I were flying back and forth to see each other. One of them, with an 'x' through it, was from when I missed the plane because of him. We were in the car outside the airport and he wouldn't get go of me. He always claimed that it was because the clock on the car was wrong, but I knew it was because he didn't want to let go. Eventually Max had to come and drag me out of the car, but it turned out we missed it. I only pretended to be mad at Wilmer when we got back to the car, but I was still thrilled we could have one more night together, and I knew he was happy too. When we got back to the hotel Max stalked off to his room muttering things about 'couples' under his breath while Wilmer and I stayed up half the night cuddling and only throwing on clothes for room service.

Wilmer

It got dark out, and I wasn't even halfway done. I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to go through the life we had spent together and divide up who gets what. I wanted us to go back to how it was before when we were happier and in simpler times. I wanted us to be able to love each other without caring what the others in the world thought. I wanted to hug her and kiss her while we watched those divorce papers burn.

I couldn't sleep. Not in that bed, in that room, in this house that we bought, the house that we lived the life we had created for ourselves. I wanted to hold her, and make love to her, not wondering if it would be the last time we did so.

My life doesn't make sense without her. I guess it's time I go let her know.

Demi

My emotions were all over the place, so I decided just to lay in bed and watch videos and look through old pictures of Wilmer and I. One in particular caught my eye and my finger paused over the arrow key.

Wilmer and I were dressed fancy, it was for a friend's wedding, and we were dancing. One of the photographers had snapped this quickly before going after the bride and groom but she had showed it to me later. We were both wrapped in each other's arms, looking up into the other's eyes with an expression of undying, unconditional love. This was the look I hadn't seen from him in months, the look that I craved every time I woke up. It was the same look he gave me on our wedding day, the day he proposed to me, and every time we woke up snuggled in each other's arms.

Quickly, before I could start crying again, I went to the next one, and saw it was a video. One that I had taken of Wilmer and I to take with me on tour. We were obviously naked, and cuddled up in bed. He kept murmuring things in spanish and telling me that he loved me and kissing my nose and cheeks. It was all these little things that I missed the most, all these things that made me fall deeper and deeper in love with him. Simply waking up next to him was something I wish I could do just one more time.

It had started to rain, a typical, depressing, California storm. Just as the first boom of thunder hit, a knock on the door downstairs came. I got up and quickly walked downstairs. When I looked through the peep-hole, I gasped, seeing Wilmer, sopping wet, standing there. I leaned against the door, breathing hard and debating on whether or not to let him inside. While I wanted to see what he had to say, I would not doubt start crying if he brought us up again. I looked back into the keyhole and realized he was walking back to his car, shaking his head.

"Wait!" I pulled open the door and ran out into the rain, wrapping my arms around my body to keep warm. He turned slowly and we took each other in, both now drenched. "What are you doing here?" I stammered.

He didn't speak, but in three long strides he crossed the space between us and yanked me into his arms, crashing his lips down on mine. I let out a squeak, then let myself relax in his arms as I kissed him back, pulling him closer to me. His lips moved against mine hungrily, and I pulled at his hair, kissing back with as much urgency and need. He pulled away roughly and was practically shouting over the sound of the rain as we gripped each other tightly.

"I don't wanna get a divorce." He said, "I want you, I want you to be a pain in my ass for the rest of our lives baby. I don't want anyone else because I'll never be happy with anyone else. I need you Demi. I still wanna be married. Please."

I could feel my tears now mixing with the rain, "It's not that simple-"

"What's complicated?!" He said, shaking his head, "Do you love me? It's that simple baby. Do you still love me?"

"Yes!" I shouted, "God yes, of course I still love you Wilmer! But-"

He was kissing me again, "But nothing. I don't want a divorce. I love you, I love you so much it hurts to ever be away from you."

I closed my eyes, "I love you too." They opened to look at him, "I don't want a divorce either."

Wilmer smiled and hugged me, spinning me around in the rain. When my feet finally touched the ground he kissed me again, cupping my cheek and pulling my waist to his.

"Jump." He growled, and caught my thighs when I did, walking me into the house and up the stairs. Clothes were thrown over shoulders in our wake, and when we finally hit the bed, still soaking wet, I was just in my bra and underwear, with him in his boxers. My lips found his with passion, and desire, and love. He kissed his way down my neck in between the valley of my breasts and back up, looking down at me. "You're sure."

I cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, "Yes. I love you Wilmer. I want this, I want us." I said, looking directly into his eyes. "I want us to work and I want a marriage with you and I want to spent the rest of my life with you."

His smile made my heart melt and he shook his head, "You don't know how amazing it is to hear you say that." Wilmer leaned down to kiss me again and his hands ran down my sides. Our mouths disconnected again and his eyes followed his hands, "My God... you're so beautiful." He met my eyes, "I'm so lucky... I'm so fucking l-"

I cut him off by kissing him again, "You're rambling."

He chuckled into the kiss, "You make me tongue-tied."

I tilted my head back as he nipped and sucked at my sweetspots, "Wilmer... Please."

Within another minute, our remaining clothes were gone, and Wilmer was at my entrance, "I love you."

I arched my back and nodded, "I love you too, now please Wilmer..."

He shook his head, "I'm not going to fuck you." I opened my mouth to protest but Wilmer kissed me again, his lips going to my ear, "I'm going to make love to you."

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