— Tyler —
I'm sorry I ruined everything.
- w
I read the note over and over, my eyes tracing the words as if trying to decipher a hidden message. It couldn't be true. It couldn't. But there it was, plain as day: She's gone.
Wren had vanished.
After the fifteenth missed call, I decided to leave her a voicemail. My voice trembled as I tried to put my feelings into words, to convince her it wasn't her fault, to beg her to come back.
"Wren," I choked out, "please, it's not your fault. I need you here with me. I'd rather have you by my side than Josh in my band." I hung up and tossed my phone onto the bed as a fresh wave of tears welled up.
She's gone.
I couldn't bear to be alone with this pain. I needed someone to share it with, someone who could help me make sense of it all. I ran to Mark's hotel room, my heart pounding in my chest, and pounded on the door with a shaking fist.
"Wren left," I gasped out as soon as the door opened, the words heavy with grief. Mark's eyes widened, and without a word, he pulled me into a tight, reassuring hug. "She left," I sobbed, my voice breaking.
"What happened?" Mark asked, concern etched across his face.
"I don't know!" I ran a trembling hand through my hair in frustration, pacing the room in anguish. "She just disappeared. She left me a note, saying that she's sorry for ruining everything. First Jenna left then Josh left and now Wren left"
Mark's brow furrowed, a mix of sympathy and worry in his eyes. "What do we do?"
"We have to cancel the tour," I replied, trying to regain some composure.
"On it," Mark said, picking up his phone and swiftly texting the necessary contacts. He was always the reliable one.
"And then... I don't know. Go back home?" I looked at Mark, my eyes pleading for answers.
"That's a good start," Mark nodded. He tried to sound reassuring, but the sadness in his eyes mirrored my own. "Don't worry, Ty. We'll figure this out."
"I hope so," I whispered, my voice trembling with uncertainty.
