They're both ambitious, both stubborn, and unbelievably arrogant.
He's the rising star. Some knew his name, but he was not stopping until the world knew it. He wants it printed on every billboard, branded into the mines of every human and animal.
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Chance's P.O.V
1 month earlier to Ruby's hospital trip
"Dude, I'm good. I can walk now" I shrugged Charlie off of me and grunted as my hip made contact with the couch.
God, it was like sitting in heaven, but going down was like going through hell.
I was dismissed from the hospital a month ago and was now receiving treatment every day.
Every day.
The doctor said I was progressing surprisingly fast, though. He said that he had never seen anyone recover so quickly.
I didn't think I was recovering quickly enough.
I was only focusing on getting Taylor back.
Her leaving me in the hospital room was enough to break a man down. She didn't even look back. I thought she wouldn't have fallen through with her words when she left.
I thought she would have returned to New York, so I did everything the doctor said will make me heal faster.
I rested every time he told me and did the exercises he required. I was trying to hurry my healing process so that I would be dismissed quicker.
Being that the concert was postponed in England and New York, I could have returned home.
But, she wasn't there.
Her apartment was filled, but not with her. Her roommate told me that she had gone home and wasn't sure when she was coming back.
At first, I was beating up myself for not telling her and causing her harm.
I should have told her what I was into in my past, especially if it was something likely to return in the future.
I was careless.
I wasn't thinking.
But, then after a couple of days, my self-pity turned into anger.
I didn't understand how someone who loved me could leave me so quick. Didn't her words mean anything?
I was pissed off and started drinking my way into the night.
That was until Charlie found me on the couch buried sea deep in vodka and Coors.
He became my official unwanted nanny after that. I didn't bother kicking him out.
Eventually, my anger subsided and I fell into this weird emotion of missing her.
I just wanted her again.
But, we were so messed up that I wasn't sure if our being together was going to come in my lifetime.
