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I laid in bed feeling the guilty emptiness in the pit of my stomach. I silently walked out of my room and to the kitchen to drink something.

I grabbed my phone looking at the time, 2:45 am. I went to my messages but nothing. I opened the window to the balcony and sat there. I heard the faint sirens, car horns, people yelling, it was the city that never slept. Expect the expected and unexpected.

        I was drinking beer and smoking a cigarette as I sat there reminiscing about the last few weeks. I didn't even say goodbye. I hate this. I felt a droplet of water from the sky drip onto my nose. I looked up and felt more. I didn't care if I got wet, I needed it, I deserve to just get rained on and soaked with cold water.

        I grabbed a cigarette from my pack and began to smoke, it wasn't worth it but whatever. I think I stayed there all night drinking and smoking. Thinking about what I could of done to make him not leave me. I was probably the reason he left New York.

         I couldn't stop replaying the stupid fight in my mind. It was like a movie that was scratched and it just stayed there.

2 weeks before:

         "What the fuck Stella?!" He yelled storming into the apartment. I looked up from my phone and stood up, not really knowing what was going on.
   
       "Hey, what's up?" I grinned softly trying to be nice and not bitchy. I was having a good day.

        "Don't fucking what's up me you fucking slut!"

        "Hey asshole don't call me a fucking slut!" I yelled back honestly having no clue on why he was so pissed off at me?

        "What's this huh? What the fuck is this?!" He was yelling so loudly that I think the whole building probably heard him.

        "What's what? You are confusing me" he gave me his phone and gave me his cold death glare. I looked at the picture and saw me... naked and his friend....naked. I felt a wave a guilt flow right through me.  "Look familiar?!"

         I looked at the snap date in the corner of the screen and it said that the picture was taken 2 years go when I didn't even know Dallas at the time.

        "This is an old pic-" he slapped me and put his hand around throat. Why was he acting like this?

         "You fucking lying slut!"

        "I'm so confused right now, is this some kinda joke that you pretend to get mad at something that happened 2 years ago?... so this is the part where I yell back?"

         "Why aren't you taking me seriously?!?!"

        "Because it happened 2 years ago" he got off me and sat on the couch running his hand through his hair. "Why do you care anyway? It's not like you're my boyfriend" I muttered and walked to the kitchen to get a beer.

          " I care cause I'm still your fucking best friend!"
  
        "You're being so dramatic" I said under my breath and he looked at me with pure rage.

        "Fuck You"

      "Whatever" I rolled my eyes at his dramatic ass

        "Can you fucking do something?! Other then roll your fucking eyes-"

       "You are starting an unnecessary fight, I just don't fucking understand?" I put beer down and he grabbed it throwing it to the wall. What was wrong with him?!

         "Stop fucking lying!" I grabbed my the gun from under the couch and pointed it at him. "It's not loaded" I shot the vase and I felt him put his gun to my head.

        "Yours isn't-" he shot the lamp and pressed it harder on my head. I pressed mine harder under his jaw.

        "I could kill you right here right now"

       "You're not the only one with a gun" We both looked each other in the eyes until one of us broke. One move and we pull the trigger.

         I felt him lower his gun and get close to my ear to the point where I felt his lips touch my ear.

      "I fucking hate you and hope you rot in hell" he walked out of the apartment and he'll come back.

Present day:

He never came back.