Nathan's POV
It’s been a year since the last time I saw her…Mila. I still remember the tears that streamed on my face, and I have to admit that my heart is still aching a little. Moving on was harder than I expected because I had never felt that for anyone before. I’ve been hanging around with some girls. Girls I met in the bars downtown, others that I knew already, some fans that I was friend with… But nothing ever felt the same. Everything was different and meaningless. Somehow I changed my behaviour towards people. I was more suspicious, careful, and not the reckless boy I used to be the year before. Somehow, she changed me.
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Mila's POV
My mind is elsewhere, bumping from memories to memories. It’s been a year since I left London, since I left the boys. It’s been a year since I left him. I don’t want to pronounce his name, because when I do, it hurts so much that I can’t hold the tears in my eyes.
I got hundreds of texts, all deleted. I got hundreds of mails, all deleted. I ignored the calls. The more I tried to forget about it, the more it came back right to my face. So yes, I was still aching.
The last letter arrived six months ago, during the rainy days of Seattle. I wasn’t expecting it since he had sent the last one two months before. I could feel that this one was different, according to the time he took before sending it. Though, I didn’t want to open it. It would’ve meant forgiveness, and I wasn’t ready for that. I don’t know how much time I spent under my umbrella, with the stormy weather, staring at that envelope, but when I got back inside, the stars had come out and my flat was in a complete darkness. I remember slowly throwing down the umbrella as I walked throw the dark room. I immediately laid down, barely holding the wet paper in my shaking hands. I spent the night in bed, not able either to eat or drink, or breathe.
That was the last one. I got exactly 83 letters. I couldn’t read any of them. I wanted to burn them all and look at the paper disappear with the flames, but I just couldn’t. So I was keeping the 83 envelopes into a box, hidden in the closet.
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Nathan's POV
“Get up, Nathan! We have a meeting at the studio today!” –Tom’s voice shouted as he knocked.
He pulled me out of my trance, and I realised I had been standing in the middle of my room for a while now, lost in my thoughts. I opened the door and practically ran into him.
“Ready to leave” –I said.
“That’s very unusual” –Tom, chocked.
I didn’t want to tell him that I had barely slept the night before, maybe three or four hours. Thought, he seemed to know, probably because of my red eyes. As I wasn’t saying anything or moving, he grabbed my shoulder and gave me his special-look, that one showing all compassion, understanding and care.
“Look, mate. I know today’s special since Mila left one year ago. We miss her too… I hope you’re gonna be okay. It has to be okay. Our album is going to be released next week so… you have to keep it up, right? At least for the fans” –He said.
I looked at him. What was I supposed to say? He was in the perfect relationship with Kelsey and had not passed the last year thinking of one girl while kissing random.
“Well, thanks man, I really appreciate your concern” –I said, smiling.
“Yay brothers hug, I love that!” –Jay yelled, running to us.
“Come on guys, ONE WEEK!” –Max, bumping out of nowhere.
“What… Wait… were you creeping on us?” –I asked, understanding they were spying on Tom and I.
