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Long distance relationship (Nate Maloley)

"Skate, bro we gotta go. We get on in 30 and you still need to do sound check." An unfamiliar voice interrupts the video call Skate and I were having.

"Already? Damn, alright." Nate sighs, looking at his computer screen with apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry 'ma. I have to go."

I let out a disappoint sigh. "Okay, I guess I'll talk to you later."

"I love you." He says, trying to make up for our conversation getting cut short, once again.

"I love you, too." I reply with utmost sincerity. And just like that, he disappeared from my sight.

Being so far away from him is the hardest thing that I ever had to endure. On top of that, with his busy schedule, I barely talked to him. A few texts here and there, phone calls that wouldn't exceed over an hour long. The annoyance that is pitted against each other because of the fact that none of us can do a damn thing about the distance. Simple things such as checking our phones during our video calls can send us into a full blown argument; each of us lashing out on each other and letting out all the pent up frustration we have towards one another. But what tops all of this is the fact that we miss each other like crazy. Being in a long distance relationship was hard and I honestly don't know how much more I could take being away from him.

There were numerous times where I wanted to give up, but he kept reminding me how he'd make it up to me when we finally see each other again, but we both didn't know when the next time would be. Scenarios played over and over in my head about how he'd surprise me at my front door and tell me that he and I could finally be together, both emotionally and physically, but I knew that was just a figment of my imagination. Whenever my imagination would run wild, I was always harshly reminded of the reality between the two of us. He would always give me the slightest hope that we could have a future together that didn't involve dinner dates over FaceTime calls or long texts that described, in detail, what we would do with and to each other when we were together again. Instead, that was our relationship for months now.

But one night, everything came crashing down and I couldn't take it anymore.

"What do you mean you can't do this anymore, Y/N?" Nate says over the phone. I heard a door close on the opposite end of the phone call and everything went silent. "Y/N?" He repeats my name and I could hear the pain that my words caused him.

"Nate, I don't think I can continue with this relationship...it's just...too hard." I fight back my tears, but the crack in my voice gave it away.

"You're gonna give up on us because it's 'too hard?' Babe, really?" He asks in disbelief.

"I'm not as strong as you are, Skate. I just can't do it. This distance is slowly killing me."

"You don't think it's killing me too? You don't think I'd give anything to just – just fucking hold you right now?" I never thought I'd hear Nate break down, but tonight was a first.

"I'm sorry, Nate. I really am."

"Y/N, don't...don't hang up, please. I'll do anything. I'm begging you, don't leave."

"Skate, how can you seriously still have hope for our relationship? We barely talk to each other and when we do we're arguing. That's not healthy and we both know that."

"I love you. That's why I still have hope. Y/N, please –"

"These girls wanna come up to party. Is that cool with you?" Someone interrupts Skate.

"Yeah whatever, I don't care." He replies and gives me his attention once more.

"I love you, Nate. But it's not the right time. We just have a lot going on right now and it's taking a toll on this relationship."