A/N: Hey y'all I just want to start by saying thank you for reading all the way to the end of this story. This will be the last chapter and I'll have a sequel in the works. I've had so much fun writing this and I hope y'all have enjoyed reading it. With that let's begin.
Colson's POV:
It's been three weeks since that night, three weeks since Destinee has spoken to me. I've tried calling, texting, I drove to her place a few times and she had a friend answer the door.
She doesn't want to speak to me and I can't say I blame her.
Now here I sit, alone in my room. Don't get me wrong my boys have tired to talk to me but even they can't fix my mistake. The guilt I feel.
I just don't know how to fix this if she won't speak to me. Could this be the end of us?
