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fifty two

( another written out chapter because i feel like this was too serious of a situation to have happen over social media. i know that this is supposed to be social media but trust me, it's better off this way. i'll get to the instagram posts soon enough. prepare yourself for a pretty serious chapter )

farkle stared at the door in front of him.

he stared, and he stared, noticing every dip and every curve in the dark wood, and yet the only thing he really focused on was the handle.

that silver, shiny handle was the one thing that was keeping him from losing his whole sense of control.

for, once that handle was turned, he knew he would be faced with the blonde that had completely stolen, and broken, his heart.

he didn't knock, he couldn't ring himself to do it. he kept asking himself if this was really the right thing to do, if trying to salvage any of their friendship was even worth it at this point.

however, he knew that wasn't the case.

he knew that, no matter the circumstances, maya was always going to be worth it to him.

his hand moved up to knock on the wood, but once again he questioned himself.

would she even want to see him? probably not. not after what he had said to her.

he felt like a complete asshole for the way he acted.

he knew that she wouldn't cheat on him, of course he knew that. he trusted her more than he trusted himself.

but trust wasn't the issue.

the issue was that the only way they were able to interact with each other was through their phones. whether it was social media, or facetime, or even just messaging, they were constantly glued to their phones, talking to each other 24/7.

he was devastated that he couldn't see her in person, that he couldn't hold her, that he couldn't give her small, almost unnoticeable forehead kisses that he knew she loved.

however, that still wasn't the problem. he would endure any sort of pain, any amount of pain if it meant he was able to be with her. he could deal with his loneliness, he could deal with only being able to facetime her when he saw her. because it wasn't him that he was worried about, not at all.

he was worried about her.

he was worried that if she was constantly glued to her phone, constantly having to stay in contact with him, that she would miss out on life. she was traveling the world, yet all she seemed to be focused on was talking to him.

he was flattered at first, and absolutely ecstatic that they were still able to keep their relationship in tact throughout her touring. however, as time went on, that was all she would ever be doing. she didn't take the time to just walk around and enjoy the beauty of the world surrounding her, she never got to just put her phone away and enjoy her time in the cities that she was in, for she was only ever truly looking at her phone.

he didn't want that fate for her. he didn't want this to be their solution every time she had to go somewhere, or he had to go somewhere. he wanted her to be experiencing life, experiencing the different cultures around the world. for he knew if he was in her position, he would want to be able to experience everything.

he didn't believe the magazines, not at all. he didn't believe one word of their article explaining how bradley and maya were getting closer. in fact, he was glad that she had someone to share her experiences with. he wasn't the jealous type, so it didn't bother him at all that they were hanging out.

but he had to have something to make her think he couldn't be with her anymore. he knew that if he told her the real reason, she would just lie and say that it was fine and that she just wanted to stay with him. and as much as it broke his heart to admit it, he couldn't be with her anymore.

he couldn't keep living his life knowing that he was the reason she didn't get to live her life to the fullest.

so, he did what he thought was right.

he broke up with her.

he broke up with her for the most lame reason he could think of, and ever since he couldn't bare to even look at himself in the mirror.

he knew that this was for her own good, but seeing all of those posts to social media that everyone was making and seeing how she couldn't even do the one thing she loved more than anything, performing on stage, it ripped his already broken heart into shreds. he saw all the pictures of her crying and he saw how she had completely gotten rid of social media, and it made him devastated. he knew she would be upset, but he never knew how much this would affect her. thinking back on it now, he couldn't help but feel like an absolute idiot for doing it the way that he did. breaking up with her over social media was extremely messed up, but he knew he wouldn't be able to go through with it if he heard her heartbroken voice on the other line.

so, now here he was, standing at the doorstep of her hotel room, holding flowers and hoping ever so desperately to even get the chance to speak to her, to explain why he did what he did. he couldn't stand it any longer, knowing she was laying in bed heartbroken because of something he had caused.

and then he knocked.

he knocked, and he heard footsteps approaching the door, and his heart stopped.

he couldn't do this, he couldn't go through with this. one look at her and he wouldn't be able to-

just as his thoughts began to scream at him to run, the doorknob turned, and he froze. it was too late, there was no turning back now. the door creaked open slowly, and just as farkle prepared himself to face the one girl he couldn't take his mind off of for weeks now, he heard a deep voice from behind the door say,

"who the hell are you?"