DREW'S POV
My girl ❤: We need to talk
Fuck. What does she mean by that?
I thought everything was okay.
I'll just play it cool.
Lover 🖤: Okay. Where?
My girl ❤: Studio.
It's at the studio.
This could either be good or bad.
I drive over to her.
I see her in there.
She's looking as beautiful as ever.
I sat down next to her.
"Why are you crying?" I asked putting my arm around her.
"I'm crying because I'm breaking up with you." She said.
Her words resonated throughout my head.
Why?
We're so good together?
I make her so happy.
She makes me so happy.
This can't be happening.
"But why?" I asked.
"I can't do this any longer." She said.
"Can't do what?" I asked.
She showed me what someone commented on her Instagram.
"Cause of this?" I asked.
"You don't know how seriously I take self harm and suicide. I self harmed. Vic self harmed. Mike tried to kill himself. I hate feeding into the hysteria but just get back together with her. Make everyone happy. Give this to her." She said starting to take the ring off.
"No." I said putting it back on her.
"Yes. We can still be friends with benefits we just can't date." She said.
"No. I'm not making everyone happy. Because I'm not going to be happy. You're not going to be happy. I love you, Roxanne. I've waited for you for too long. I'm not letting you slip away this easily." I said taking her hand.
"I'm just doing what's best for my mental health." She whispered.
"Then we can sneak it. We can say we broke up but in reality we're still together." I said.
She hesitated a little.
"Please Roxy. I can't lose you." He said.
"Okay." She whispered.
"I love you." I said.
"I love you too." She said.
