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Let Me Explain (Ronnie Radke)

TW: Death

Ronnie's POV:

I sat at the meeting table, absentmindedly drumming my fingers against the wood. Our manager was going over tours and ideas with us, and as much as I loved it, I'd heard this thousands of times over. My phone screen lighting up brought my attention back as a caller ID popped up.

Y/n

I froze mid-reaching for my phone and our manager stopped when he noticed. Everyone was silent as they all turned their eyes towards me. I grabbed the phone and left the room, finding myself a little corner. I looked down at the screen once more before I took a deep breath and answered it.

"Hello?" I said, my voice sounding distant and far away. "Ronnie?" A softer voice replied with a tinge of surprise. "Yeah, it's me." I heard an intake of breath on the other end followed by the words, "I didn't think you would answer." I chuckled in spite of myself as I said, "You and me both." There was silence for a few seconds before I ventured on with, "Why did you call, y/n?" She sighed as she replied, "I needed to explain to you what I didn't have the chance to explain before." 

My mind flashed back to all those years ago, when y/n and I had been dating. We lasted a good several years, and those were some of the happiest days of my life. She understood me and supported me in everything I did. One day I noticed that she didn't talk as much as she usually did and was giving me a little more space. She looked sad, but that was nothing compared to how she looked on that fateful day. She broke up with me, her reasoning being she didn't feel the same about me as she did when we first started dating. And just like that, the person I talked to everyday was gone. It took some time to get adjusted, but I did it. We tried texting here and there to stay friends, but I couldn't do it. It was too painful to continue to talk to her when I knew she wasn't mine anymore and we couldn't talk that way again.

I was pulled from my reverie by y/n calling my name. "Yeah, I'm still here, sorry. What were you going to say?" I answered. I heard her take in another breath before she started with, "I'm sorry, Ronnie. I never wanted to hurt you, believe me when I say that. I kept avoiding an explanation because I didn't know how to put how I felt into words. Before I could fully come to terms with it, you were gone for good, which I absolutely don't blame you for. But here it is. What I told you was correct. I didn't feel the same because you were all I had ever known. I was a sheltered kid, and you know that, so there wasn't much opportunity to get out there. When I finally did get out, I was completely overwhelmed by so many new things and people. However, that did help me become who I'm really meant to be, and I grew and changed, but when I saw you, you were still the same. That reality check kinda showed me that maybe my future didn't have you in it in that way. I'm sorry," She finished, her voice growing softer at the end.

I was silent for a moment before I asked, "So why tell me this now? I'm not mad or anything, I'm just wondering why.""Because, Ronnie, I'm in the hospital right now. I'm on my final days and I didn't want to leave this world without putting your mind to rest." I was stunned. I slumped into the chair beside me and stared dumbfoundedly at the floor. "What happened?" I managed to get out. "I was diagnosed with terminal cancer a few months ago and it has progressed rather quickly." There was so much pain in her voice and I felt sad for her. "I'm so sorry to hear that." I said, blinking away the tears that came out of nowhere. "It is what it is. I lived as much as I could and now I am putting everything to rights. I really am sorry, Ronnie. You mean a lot to me.""Don't you dare be sorry," I choked out. "Your feelings are valid and I regret nothing from our time. I'll miss you." I heard a sniffle on the other end as she said, "Thank you, Ronnie, for everything. I hope that we meet in another life. Goodbye.""Goodbye, my dear y/n," I practically whispered before she ended the call and I was left alone.

Several days later she died. They say she passed peacefully, which is good for the girl who carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. I went to her funeral and saw her family again, many of them changed because of time. They welcomed me with open arms and I cried with them. I cried for many days and weeks after, but after a while I knew she would want me to go on, so I did while carrying her memory in my heart.