Chris had been doing a lot of work in the studio. This meant that you couldn't see him often, which upset you greatly. You were so accustomed to seeing him regularly, so when that changed you didn't know how to deal with it.
To Chris:
I can't do this anymore. I'm so fed up of being 2nd best to music. If you loved me, you wouldn't leave me alone everyday. I cannot cope Chris. I'm done.
From Chris:
Done? With what? I thought you understood.
To Chris:
No. I'm done with us.
I regretted it, immensely. Nothing I could ever say could take that back. I'd broken his heart, and my own. I'd left us frail and broken. I'd left us alone. The thought of life without Chris killed me, yet I'd made him stay out of my life. Permanently.
As soon as I sent the message, I received a call. Chris, of course it would be. I answered it in hope that he wasn't upset. But, he was.
"You can't leave me. Not now. (Y/N) I love you. I love you far too much to let you go." He whimpered, inbetween sobs.
"Sometimes it's not enough. I can't keep waiting on you, not when I know I'm wasting my time." I justified.
"We've been through too much to let go now!" He yelled.
I knew he was upset. And it killed me. It took every last bit of decency I had to leave him. It was for the best.
"I'm sorry. You have bigger things going on. Good luck, I love you." You whisper.
Your last goodbye.
