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Chapter 34

Joey's POV

*MANY MONTHS LATER*

Daniel and I sat in the seating area of the rehab center, patiently awaiting my mom. She has been in rehab for the past few months, and I'm just hoping this time it has finally worked. I see her familiar blonde hair walking towards us and we both stand up.

"Joey!" She exclaims, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me into a tight hug. I hug her back immediately.

"Oh, Daniel sweetie, come over here!" She says, waving him over. He smiles slightly before walking over, joining the hug. We stay like that for a few moments before we break apart.

"I'm glad you'll be able to spend Christmas with us, mom." I say, smiling widely. It was currently Christmas eve. I guess you could say this was a Christmas miracle.

We all piled into my car. Nicole and my stepdad, Bob, were already at our house waiting. Me and Daniel's relationship was strong, and I didn't think there was anything that could break us at this point. He has moved in and we spent every moment we could together. However, we still haven't come out to my viewers. This has caused a few minor arguments between Daniel and I in recent times, but I think he respects that I'm not ready.

Once we get to my house, something feels off. I'm not sure what, but I can feel it. I brush it off, taking my mom inside. Daniel follows close behind, staring intently at the ground. What the hell?

"Joey, I need to talk to you." Daniel whispers in my ear. Worry takes over me and I immediately think the worst.

"O-Okay," I stutter in response, following him outside into the cold, winter air.

"I don't know how else to say this," He begins, standing right in front of me. "But we can't do this anymore."

My heart stops beating.

"W-What do you mean?" I ask, tears building in my eyes.

"This, Joey. I can't do it anymore!" He yells, motioning between the two of us. The tears begin to fall down my cheeks as thoughts run through my mind.

Maybe I should've held his hand in public. Kissed him in public. Told him I loved him more often.

"Don't you love me?" I ask, my voice breaking. I see teardrops running down his face as he takes my face between his hands.

"Sometimes when you love someone, you have to let them go." He whispers before walking out of my yard and out of my heart.

(a/n: This is the last chapter. I planned on making it much longer, but I have bigger plans! There will be a sequel, and it will be titled "Mine". There will also be a short epilogue to this story, which I'm working on right now! Thank you all for your ongoing support with this story, I hope you read the next book!)