ฉันรักคุณ [I ❤️ You] [Sequel] [Completed]

Zee

No matter how many times I called and texted Max, he refused to answer me at all.

I kept wiping my tears away as I drove down to Max's house after not finding him in mine. I went up to his house and knocked and knocked but no reply. I used my copy of his key and let myself in. The house seemed quiet and listless. I cocked my head and listened for any noise at all but it was dead silent.

I walked towards the balcony and finally spotted Max. He was standing there, looking out at the view.

"Max..."

"What is it Zee?"

"Max. Can we talk please?"

"You still have things to say, after all that has been said and done?"

"Max"

"I don't think there is anything for us to talk about Zee. Let's just take a break from each other for a bit ok? Even as friends. I'm not ready to talk to you."

With those words, Max turned away and froze me out. I sighed. I knew he was angry. Pissed. Disappointed. Before he became a boyfriend, a person I love, he was my best friend first and foremost. I knew him exceptionally well. I turned away, knowing nothing I said now would get to him.

I left his apartment quietly, locking up after myself. The next day, Max turned up for work but I could see he was just formal and cool with his manager and towards me, it was as if I barely existed. He hung out with Nat all the way. Both Nat and Nunew knew something had happened and were caught between us but I assured them privately they could just be their usual selves and we will work it out.

All throughout all of our promotions and fan meet services for the day, Max played his role to the T. His professionalism could never be doubted even if he had personal issues with us. We ended our day around 9pm. The two younger boys took their leave and left, heading out to meet their own group of friends.

My manager took his leave after I had assured him I be fine on my own and I will make my own way home. I looked over at Max who was on the phone. Once he was done, he came back to our trailer to take his bag. He hadn't spoken a single word to me at all unless we were infront of the cameras. I watched sadly as he took his things and he left.

I went down and Max was still there, waiting for a ride. He must not have brought his car along. I usually drove him home but knowing him, he will definitely reject me. But I still couldn't just ignore him.

"Max, let me send you home?"

I called out to him as Max turned towards me. He looked at me for quite a bit before shaking his head no.

"My uber is almost here. Round the corner so it's fine. Thank you. I will see you tomorrow at work."

My heart just broke open hearing those formal as fuck replies from him. I nodded hesitantly as I watched his uber come up and he got into it without even looking at me. I raised my hand to say bye as his car passed me but Max turned away.

I went home and things took a further downhill from there. Every single thing in my house reminded me of him.

He was there in evert part of my life, as a friend, boyfriend and more. I know I meant well and he knew that too but the fact remained that he thought I didn't want to fight for us and that drove us apart.

The couch where we often hung out, watching our favorite shows. The island table, where we had our meals and often gossiped about almost everything under the sun.
The bedroom, where we often were, if we were not in the living room or at work.
The balcony, where Max often hugged me as we watched the sunsets and sunrises.