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emory's pov

     I STAND OUTSIDE CHRIS DOOR. i press my head to it and let silent tears fall. am i doing the right thing? should i really leave and give up for sure? or should i just stay and try to make it work.

i can't give up on him. it makes me feel empty. god i'm so empty without him. empty in my bed. empty in my mind. i feel empty everywhere.

i place my hand on the door nob. don't let your ego get the best of you. open the fucking door emory. i go to turn the nob it clicks signaling it's open. i push the door open. chris is curled into a ball in the middle of the bed.

i walk in and close the door behind me. i can't seem to stop my legs as they make my way over to chris bed. i climb in next to him and wake him up.

"chris." i shake his shoulders.

"mhm." he says rubbing his eyes.

"can we please not do this? i need you. okay? i need you." i break down next to him.

"emory i think you should leave." he says.

"so it's really it? this is the end." i stand up.

i knew it was a mistake to come in here. i should've just left it how it was last night.

"i'm sorry emory."

"don't fucking say my name. don't. i don't want to hear it anymore. i don't want to hear from you. please don't ever talk to me again chris. when the chris i know, decides to come back out, you can contact me." i turn and grab my stuff hurrying out the room with tears spilling out my eyes.

i need to learn to stay away. i can't keep running back whenever i get lonely or whenever he's horny. i need to learn to just stay away. for good.

i open the front door and see sawyers car waiting out front for me. i open the passenger side door and sit in closing the door behind me.

he doesn't say anything which makes everything better. i would rather suffer in silence then cry him a fucking river over someone who didn't give a flying fucking fuck about me.

after a few minutes he pulls into a driveway. i assume it's him. he opens the door for me and grabs my bags. he takes me to the spare room and sits my bags down.

"i'm right down the hall if you need anything." he scratches the back of his neck.

i wipe under my nose, "um yeah. thanks for letting me crash here." i says touching his arm.

"no problem. like i said i'm right down the hall. goodnight emory." he walks out the room closing the door behind him.

i look around the room. it's cold and empty. this is the same way i felt the last few days with chris. like i just wasn't the fucking peanut butter to his gross ugly purple jelly.

like i wasn't the fucking air to his lungs anymore. i wasn't the only thing making him breath. and i don't know why i allowed myself to think he wouldn't cheat on me when he did it to leah.

i fall to my knees. fuck everything he ever said to me. every empty 'i love you.' every time he stared at me like i was the only thing in this fucked up world that made him feel amazing.

like i was the only person he said ' love you' and 'goodnight' to. it was never just me.

but it was always just him.