Forever

68

Bree sets up her phone against a can on the counter of the island in the kitchen as Pietro sits in the stool beside her. She presses the button to start a live video on her social media and soon enough, watchers come flooding in through the comments. She nervously adjusts while picking at the bottom of her shirt and he takes her hand to hold it on her lap.

"Hey, everyone." She waves a bit with a small grin. "I just wanted to come on here and give you all an update on what has been going on lately."

"Finally."

"It's been so long."

"WE MISSED YOU BREE."

"I know a lot of you have been wondering where I've been for the past month. I've just been going through a lot recently and needed a break from everything. And everyone." She sighs in regret while Pietro stares at her with heart-shaped eyes. "Well, this is why." She motions and takes her hand back for him to hold her thigh instead. "A little over a month ago, I stopped taking proper care of myself and my mental health was going down the shoot. This really put a toll on my relationship with the people around me and that love me and nothing was working out in my life anymore and I blame no one, but myself for this."

"Well..." Pietro sings with squinted eyes and she looks at him. "There's also the assholes online that think it's fun to hate and threaten you." He nods sideways and she hangs her head with a small grin. "And, honestly, I hope that some of you are here with us now," he sits forward, "because how do you think that affects someone's wellbeing, huh?" He raises his brows as she slowly turns to him. "Does it really bring you so much joy to make someone want to no longer be alive? Continue." He turns to her with a soft voice and a sweet smile and she turns back to the camera, grinning shyly.

"Yes, but anyway," she nods and he sits back while rubbing her thigh, "I hadn't been taking the medication I needed to be able to better control my emotions and my outbursts. I eventually lashed out. And not just on him, but my father too." She motions as he pulls her chair closer. "I broke up with him. And I have never regretted anything more in my life."

"What? No."

"You're joking."

"This isn't real."

"Of course she did."

"What a bitchy move."

"I wouldn't leave my room and isolated myself from my family and, as you know, the whole world." She nods as he holds onto the back of her chair while keeping his eyes on her. "It was a selfish move for me to take my frustration out on him and I know this and I couldn't hate myself more for it than I do now. I broke both of our hearts and I can never take that back."

"Yes, you can." He nods surely and quietly and she pushes her hair behind her ear with an anxious fear in her chest.

"And I can't even begin to express how sorry I am to everyone that I have hurt recently and in my past. And this is not an apology video that you can put on blast to make fun of." She shakes her head and Pietro hangs his with a small grin while nodding. "This is not a joke or an excuse, I am not making an excuse for what I've done, I haven't even tried. And I can't wait to see what kind of replies I get to that." She shakes her head and he chuckles while looking back at her. "Pietro means more to me than anyone I have ever met and I have never loved someone as much as I love him and I am so, so happy that he took me back, so grateful." She turns to him with furrowed brows while he smiles at her.

"Thank God."

"Stupid choice."

"Yay!!!"

"Why would he ever do that. She literally broke up with him for no reason."

"And I understand the hate..."

"I don't." He shrugs and she turns back to him while itching above her lip. "There's absolutly no reason for any of it. You're struggling with your mental health, just like everybody else in this shitty world, but everyone struggles in their own way and this caused you to become angry." He shrugs. "I understand, Bree." He nods with raised brows and looks at the screen as she stares at him. "Some people deal in similar ways and I know she's not the first to do this to someone she loves. A lot of people have different disorders and the same and it all depends on how it's treated. Or if it's left untreated." He places his hand on the back of her head while she grins at him with tears in her eyes. "That's why she makes her music. That's why she's so open about her life with BPD. To spread awareness to those in need of help because she wouldn't help herself. She helps people and whether you agree or not, I don't care." He shrugs. "I'm sure you've helped nearly every single one of the people watching this right now." He nods at her while pushing her hair out of her face.

"YES."

"So annoying."

"Whatever."

"You saved my life Bree. I love you so much."

"We love you Bree."

"And if others are too stupid to see it, then that's on them. That's their own fault, not yours, so don't let them try to force it on you. None of you." He shakes his head at the screen. "There is no reason for people to hurt anyone in the way I've seen them hurt you. And I hope they know how much I despise them, because I do." He nods surely and Bree chuckles with a sad smile as a tear stream down her cheek. "And to quote this beautiful girl right here," he nods sideways and she shrinks into herself with a bright smile and scrunched up nose, "I hope they're miserable until they're dead." He nods surely and she giggles adorably, making him slowly smile as her turns to her and wipes the tear from her face.

"Oh, that was adorable."

"Cheesy as hell, but I love it."

"Ugh."

"I love them so much!!!"

"Oh, and don't think I haven't been reading these comments as we go." He nods with straight hate and she squeezes her hands together between her knees, still facing him. "Now, you can call me whatever you want, any name in the book, but to claim that she's a problem is unacceptable. But, whatever, I guess." He shrugs with furrowed brows. "It's not effecting you, it's not causing you any pain, so what does it matter to you? What you say to people matters." He points. "And it hurts." He looks back at her and she nods a bit. "More than you know."