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Nash's POV
I don't know what to do with Trisha. She won't eat, she hardly talks to me, she doesn't get out of bed and I'm really worried about her. I don't stop trying to get her back to normal though. I decide to go try.
I go upstairs to our room. I slowly walk in and sit on the bed beside her. She's facing away from me and she's on Twitter. I put my hand on her shoulder.
"Babe, please get up for me." I say quietly.
"I'm done nash." She says.
"With what?" I ask.
"Everything. I lost my best friend." she says crying a little.
"I'm sorry baby girl, it's all my fault." I say guilty.
"No it's not. Its no ones fault. it's just, he won't talk to me and it hurts."

Sorry it's short but next chapter has a special plan😈😈😈😈
Thank you so much for 800! Byeeeeee
~Trisha❤️

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