The Boy Who Broke My Heart (Kellic)

Chapter 1- The Depression Sinks In

Kellin's POV

I'm not really sure how to describe love. Love is when you find someone who makes you happy. Someone who makes you feel like you've never felt before. It feels great to be loved. Love makes you feel wanted, like someone actually cares about you... But that's until the love of your life leaves.

I know that sounds stupid. I'm only 18 and I feel like I lost the love of my life, but you don't know me. You don't know one single thing about me or him.

I've dated plenty of people in the past. People looking for sex, not to be alone, someone to love them. None of them worked out. I'm not some toy you can use and then just toss away. I'm a fragile human who has been hurt so many times.

Vic was different. He took his time with the relationship. He was old fashioned... Hell, he even asked my family's permission to date me. We were doing just fine.. until everything started.

Both Vic and I were in bands. His band just happened to get noticed by some big record company. Before you say anything, no, I'm not, nor was I ever jealous of him. He started making less and less time for me. We stopped seeing each other and started to argue more. We'd go days without even speaking to each other. One day... He told me he was going on tour.

He left me.

It's my fault that he left. I was jealous of his band members. Jealous of the fans. All of these people would get to spend time with my boyfriend while I was sitting here alone in my room in San Francisco and he was traveling the world.

Like I said before I'm not jealous of him. I'm jealous of the others. I'm jealous of the fact that there are people who will always be with him. I'm jealous of the people who get to make him smile and laugh. Jealous of the fans who get to have fun while listening to his music when all I do is cry.

I guess the depression never really kicked in until he physically left. Watching his Snapchat videos of him packing his things. The pictures on Instagram when the U-Haul showed up and when it was full. Seeing pictures of where he was and where he was going. It never really hit me until he truly was gone. I felt like I lost the best thing that ever happened to me. Not only was he the love of my life, but before that, he was my bestfriend.

We were best buds since the womb basically. Our mothers were best friends and that destined us to be best friends as well. We were always spending time together. When we were younger it was mainly because of our mothers. Once we got older we started to hang out on our own.

He was the first person I came out to. I knew that Vic wouldn't care that I was gay. I was terrified of what others would think and say. But he told me that everything was going to be okay and that he'd be there for me no matter what.

That's when I knew I loved him.

****Authors note:
Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! It's a little rough... Sorry about that. This is the first story/fanfic I've ever sat down to write. I've had plenty of ideas but never had enough time to actually write one. Let me know what you think! Please only positive comments!

Oh and btw, I plan on adding an author's note at the end of each chapter.