Gone...

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Angie's POV

I looked at his contact on my phone and felt the memories come up again.
My subconscious prideful self would be so embarrassed to see me wasting tears for someone like him.
He was a waste of time, resources and energy. Nothing profitable came from him, not money or anything overly intellectual.
Yet he made me happy and content.
I hissed at that silly lovesick comment. Happiness won't save me in a pinch nor would it help me out of this financial crisis.
As I walked into the office of my 3rd meeting, I felt my heart quiver and my headache.

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Dave's POV

I looked at the request drawing for the tattoo.

A♡D
Cheeky and cute, I looked at the blushing girl who lay down with her back bare, waiting for me to put the eternal mark of their undying love.
My heart twinged as I read the initials, in some twisted irony they were the same with mine and Angie. Made me wonder if she stayed that night, if I had gone after her.., maybe she could have gotten this tattoo.
The thought of her face if I had proposed such an idea made me laugh out loud.
"Anything funny?" The girl who was shivering slightly asked.
Her voice was a bit high and she sounded stressed. It was probably her first time getting a tattoo.
"It's nothing, just remembering the past." I say, then brought her some colors to choose.
"You're remembering the past and laughing out loud just before you're about to apply a needle filled with ink 4-5 times a second on my bare back?"
She tried to make that a joke or something but her nervousness made it come out as more of a concern.
I decided to ease her stress by keeping up the conversation.
"Not exactly, just that I once had a girlfriend called Angie and my name is Dave. So your tattoo today brought back some memories." I explain calmly while wiping off her back with wipes and then a dry paper towel.
"Oooh" She replied in understanding.
"What was she like?"
"She was the passive one, a no nonsense kind of person, always knew what she wanted from life, organized and constrictive. Quite different from my active, playful, clueless and going with the flow kind of life." I said with a chuckle.
"Seems like you all made a cute couple." She said, sighing as I started drawing.
"A relationship is more than aesthetics, we were madly in love, at least I was. I could stare at her eyes for hours." I said emphasizing with my other hand despite her not being able to see it.

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Angie's POV

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The meeting was a dm bore again. Just me spending 4 hours discussing stuffs I didn't care about while the male workers practically raped me with their looks.
I pressed on my boobs, wondering how they seemed to have overgrown the newly bought bras, capturing the eyes and lustful looks of almost all ill-minded men in the city.
Dave never cared about your bosom.
My consciousness reminded me again. I smiled as I would catch him staring like a puppy at my face. Such intent and concentration that made me blush because who does that.
I walked into my apartment and immediately removed the piece of clothing that felt like a deathtrap.
Immediately the bra came off, I could breathe again.
Although the table was empty, after a long day, all I did was breathe.
Why did we ever leave him?
I smiled remembering how I used to come back to a table filled with food.
Despite his shortcomings he was an incredibly good chef.
Why did we ever leave him?
My subconscious asked again.
The truth is I didn't know why I left. I could've blamed myself for being too young or too dumb or something stupid like that.
Yet the truth remains that we weren't right for each other. If I would've stayed with him I would have been down on luck.'
How lucky are you now?
'It doesn't matter. It was for the best and we'll have to stop thinking about it.
I'm already gone.'

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Dave's POV

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"So why did y'all break-up?"
"Huh?" I was confused at the statement.
"Why did you and Angie break-up?"
I kept quiet for a while as I thought of a suitable answer.
"I don't know. Maybe she finally got tired and left or something. Regardless, I hope she's happy where she is." I say wiping off the residual ink and looking at my work.
"All done", I say, putting on the plaster.
After giving her tips and pointers she turned and asked me one last question.
"Don't you want to get back with her? You still love her don't you?"
I smiled at this lucky young bird who cared for my long lost relationship.
"It's not a matter of love now, is it?" I replied laughing.
"If she came back I would've received her a million times over but not anymore."
"I've moved on." I say looking at my tattoo parlor with a sigh.
"Now I just wish her a happy life without me, cause I'm already gone."

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Author's Notes

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Since I'm almost always late for the deadlines of prompts and such I'll have to apologize again to @dreemsteem, @samsmith1971 and the whole #dreemport community for posting this late😂.

This is my reply to the just concluded Dreemport Contest.
So the gist is to make content based on how a particular song inspired you.
I read a lot of entries, some were inspiring, others amusing in a way, while some were straight up magical.
Although I can't really write about myself or personal experiences without having to curl up and die in my own vomit of embarrassment 😂

Quite a vivid expression... I know😂

I do want to say that this isn't highly fictional. Yes Dave and Angie don't exist, but the feeling they did have, and the circumstances of their relationship does exist.

It's easy to fight for something, but it's harder to know what you're not meat to fight for ✨

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This song was inspired by Gone from NF.

A true masterpiece ✨

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