♡
"what's the point? why are we still trying, we both know this isn't working"
it hurt you to say, but it was the truth
now that he was on tour, he was always busy, whether it was events or their shows
the most contact you ever had with him was a phone call once a week, if you were lucky, or a couple texts; but even then, it was all just small talk
he should be there with you, not on the other side of the world barely speaking to you
you hear his sharp inhale, breaking the agonizing silence after your statement
"what do you mean? you know i'm busy, and i'm on tour, this is what i do"
"you don't get it, we don't talk anymore. i'm tired of going to sleep and waking up alone. i'm tired of you never being here. i'm tired of watching you live your dream while i sit here waiting for you"
"wow. okay. well, you made that choice. i didn't force you to do anything, so why are you complaining? this is everything to me, this is my dream, i thought you understood that."
tears start threatening to spill out of your eyes and you bite your lip, holding back a sob
"you're my dream, okay? you are everything to me, and i can't keep doing this if you obviously don't feel the same. it's like you're not even trying"
after his initial shock, he sighs
"i'm doing the best i can"
but you both know that's a lie
"if that's so, it's not enough for me"
