Don't leave - a Tivi Story [ON HOLD]

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Anxiety. Avi stopped dead in his tracks. Doubts crept his way through his mind. What if something happens if he goes in there? He looked back at the door, the hall stretched to an endless length, making his only escape unapproachable. He could still run away, he could still get out but where would he go? Avi turned his head back around, eliminating the second thoughts and stared at the cold white wall. Framed pictures decorated the emptiness. He eyed every single one of them for a few seconds, his gaze wandered over the different people and landscapes when his eyes got stuck on one picture in particular. He stepped a little closer, standing right in front of it. A small girl, maybe four or five years old sat in a swing, decorated with flowers. Her hair was long, brown and had some curls; her eyes in a beautiful shade of emerald green. Avi wiped a tear he didn't knew he had shed while taking in the beauty of this child. Her smile was mesmerizing and reached her eyes, making them sparkle even more. Avi lifted a hand to touch the picture but paused a few inches away from it. Something about her looked so familiar, so well-known to him he couldn't make it out. His hand fell back down as he sighed at the acquatained face and hung his head, eyeing the door next to him. This was it. If he decided to walk inside the room there was no going back. He didn't knew what exactly was freaking him out about the whole situation. Maybe it was the lack of energy, his anxiety, the trouble to meet anyone in general or the accumulation of different events crashing down on him. He took a deep breath, stepped in front of the door and put his hand on the handle, opening the door cautiously.

"Congratulations!" The day of his engagement with the love of his life. Avi proposed to Clarissa a few days ago and spilled the secret to his friends who got ready backstage. Before going on stage he wanted to get it off of his chest, knowing that he would get support from them although they were mostly single. Kevin kept writing a girl but nothing seemed to blossom out of it. Only Mitch had his on-and-offs for years and he seemed pretty happy about. Avi was the first one to have 1. a longtime girlfriend and 2. a fiancé now. The only one to have a concrete plan about his future. He dropped the bomb the exact moment when Kevin drank water and the whole dressing room was wet after the revelation. Shock turned into happiness and Avi never felt so loved than in that moment. One year later though, their third year of being a couple, nothing was the same anymore. The trio cut him out of their conversations, even Kevin spoke only if needed. Avi rarely got any interesting parts in songs, he never get to talk in interviews and his fandom decreased in a fast pace. He didn't know how that happened until he got home one day, meeting his fiancé in the hallway. She stayed silent, he sensed that something was wrong and the whole atmosphere changed immediatly as soon as the door closed. He had returned from a horrific tour with being shut out and ignored and right now he wanted nothing more than a calm two day vacation with his soon-to-be wife. How wrong he was. She took his hand and guided him to their room, sitting down in front of the laptop. She opened his twitter account and scrolled down to a tweet he was sure he had never ever written down. I don't need the pentaholics to be happy. I don't even need the band. Clarissa is the only one I need right now. He closed the laptop and just stared at her in disbelief. It was her who had ruined the friendship he had built with his bandmates. She was the one who guided the pentaholics in a way of hatred towards him. He lost over half of his followers and got more than enough negative comments on every single one of his tweets and photos on instagram. "Why?" He asked rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes, tears welling up. "I didn't want to loose you." Avi let his hand fall to his side and jumped out of the bed, somewhat furious at the situation. If it wasn't for her he wouldn't have gone through hell on tour! "You didn't want to what?! Did you think that I would sleep with a random hooker or what?! I proposed to you! Do you think that I did it out of boredom? No! I did it because I loved you!" She started crying and Avi who couldn't stand her seeing like that sighed and sat back on the bed, taking her into his arms. She sobbed violently into his shoulder, apologizing for her behaviour which was guided by the fear of loosing him. "Forgive me. P-Please?" How could Avi push her away? Everyone else would've told him that she wasn't good for him but he saw more in her, forgave her under the condition that she had to call him instead of spreading around such statements and told her that she would be his one and only forever. His band and fans whatsoever stopped trusting him after that and if Avi would've known what was about to come in the future he would've left her right then and there.

The room was empty. Avi looked around, taking in the beautiful dark brown furniture planting a contrast with the white walls. The floor was covered in a black carpet, warming his again cold feet. He closed the door and walked a little inside, eyeing the different pictures and flowers distributed all over the place but in an artistic kind of way. To his right he found a large black sofa facing a television. On the small desk he found magazines including motorcycles, alcoholic beverages and tattoos. He started to wonder what kind of person had rescued him because he couldn't remember what he looked like. Avi picked up one of the magazines, skipping through the pages and stopped at the one showing a beautiful black Harley-Davidson Sportster he had adored the second he saw it years ago but Clarissa told him to drop the wish. His eyes widened while looking at the details he didn't notice how another person entered the room.

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