Chapter 8

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Cody's POV

The phone rang and I waited for someone to answer.

"Hello?"

"Mr Shemami? Hi it's cody I made my decision."

"Great. What is it?" Mr shemami asks

"Yes."

"Great! Start packing now because we leave in four days."

"Alright, see you then"

I hung up the phone.

Now Ihave to break up with Eva. This was not an easy choice for me, but maybe me and Eva won't even last.

She understands how serious I am when it comes to music, and I really wanna do this.

I picked up my phone and sent Eva a text.

To; Eva

Hey, can you come over now? It's important.

She replied a few minutes later.

From: Eva

Yeah we need to talk

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The door bell rang.

I opened the door and saw Eva, she didnt look to happy but she gave me a small smile.

"Cody.." She hugged me

"Yes?"

"That sing last night was amazing. You should go to America."

I knew she would understand.

But when we didnt talk that one week, it ate me alive. I hope this was the right thing to do.

"Eva, I took the offer. I'm sorry, but this is my chance. I love you, I really do. But I'm gonna be far away from you, not just for a few days but a whole month. And if they really like me, ill be gone for three. I know this hurts, it hurts me telling you this. But if I didn't care I wouldn't be telling you this. It will eat us alive if I go on tour and your still here, distance does nothing but tear people apart. When I'm back we can get together again, but for now I don't think we can. I love you and always will, ill think about you before and after every performance. But this is for the better."

"I'm sorry." He barley whispered

Eva's POV

I turned around and walked away. I slammed his door and ran to my car.

I made my way home, barley being able to see from the tears forming in my eyes.

I ran to my room and slammed the door.

I realized what I had just done and cried even more.

Why did I do that? Why did I hug him for the last time? Or kiss him and say ill miss him? Take in his scent, and the way he looked. Why didnt I appreciate the last moment we might have? What was he say he'll come back from me? He's gonna be famous with hot girls all over him and he said he will come back for me?

He was just trying to be nice.

I had all this anger and sadness bubbling inside me that I couldn't contain anymore.

I screamed. I screamed so loud my throat hurt like fucking hell after. Thank god no one else was home or else they will bug me and ask what was wrong. I wanted to be alone.

I went to the bathroom and looked through all my drawers. I needed a blade. I've never cut before but I felt like I had to. I had to let out my feelings and if I couldn't let them out to cody I'd let them out to my blade.

I held the cold metal blade turning it over and over in my fingers. I sat on the cold bathroom tile, my heart racing and tears rushing down my face. I held it against my forearm and traced a line with the blade. I heard someone coming and quickly did another cut. I choked on a sob when I saw who walked through the door.

It was cody.

Cody's POV

I went to Eva's house. I needed to spend some time with her. I missed her already.

I rang the door bell but no one answered. I saw her car in the drive way and decided to just let myself in. I went upstairs to her room and heard someone crying. Poor Eva, I hate seeing people cry.

I went to the bathroom, where it sounded like the cries were coming from and opened the door.

Eva was there on the tile floor with a metal blade in her right hand and two cuts on her left hand. I looked down at the blood dripping on the floor.

I ran to her. Trying to contain my anger, I didn't want her to feel worse than she already felt.

I held her in my arms, she sobbed into my shoulder.

"Why?" I whispered.

She started to sob even more but I knew it wasn't time to make her relive probably the worst moment in her life.

"Hey, come on. Lets go get you some bandaids and go eat some Oreos down stairs?" I smiled.

I kissed the two cuts on her left wrist and carried her down stairs to the kitchen bridal style.

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