It was three months two weeks and four days before our wedding.
You'd been getting a lot of hate. At least, you thought you had been getting hate.
The main character in your book was based on you and readers were very annoyed by the main character.
I was still at work for the Doll House it was my first ever huge film so I spent a huge amount of time on it.
We weren't having a honeymoon because of it. I'd be working on the movie and you'd be on your book tour.
You were taking a bath. The comments on the fan page swirling around in your mind.
Can she just kill herself?
She's so annoying I hate her.
She should kill herself.
I hope she actually commits suicide.
You put your head underwater and after a second held your breath.
"What the fucking hell!" I yelled, pulling you up.
You shook. "I didn't— I wasn't," you stuttered.
"Did you try to drown yourself?" I threw a towel at you and began pacing the bathroom.
"Adam it was n-nothing," you said, silently crying.
"Nothing!" I yelled. "Nothing! You tried to fucking kill yourself."
"I-I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? I'm sorry too. Sorry, I bothered coming in your life if you just wanted to leave."
I groaned, I walked out of the bathroom and to the front door.
"Where are you going?" You asked.
"Out." And I slammed the door behind me.
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I'm sitting on a park bench a block away from the coffee shop because I'm too chicken to go see you.
I don't want to get and my car and drive because the way things ended wasn't exactly ideal.
I sigh and get into my car. I chicken out again and sit behind the wheel engine off for five, ten, fifteen minutes.
I get out of the car and sit on the park bench again. It's ten pm and if I don't leave now this day will have come and gone without me seeing you.
A/N:
Sorry for the late update guys.
Next update on July 12th.
MWAH. LUV YA. BUH-BYE.
