LEXEE GOMEZ was there for it all, from his struggles to his fame. NICK MARA was there for it all, being her rock and shoulder to cry on and cuddle buddy. Then, one day, they weren't there for each other at all.
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"Bro, you gotta stop moping around," Edwin says.
"Shut up," I grumble, scrolling through my Instagram. I like fans' comments and comment back on the recent picture. "Edwin, why the hell did you like that comment?"
"What comment?" He questions, pretending like he didn't know, but I know that he does.
"I agree," he shrugs simply.
"Hell, Edwin," I groan, shaking my head.
I could see him rolling his eyes from the corner of my eye, which makes me roll my eyes. "Nick, you're the one that screwed things up. No one else but you. I don't think you have the right to be upset about it."
"Fuck," I sigh loudly. "I know. I know," I say, upset.
"Lexee's doing well," Edwin comments.
My head whips up to him. "You've talked to her?"
He nods. "She's a good friend," he pauses for a second. "She's a good one."
"I know," I repeat, pounding my head on the table. "I've screwed everything up, huh?"
"That's what I said," he nods. "I don't know the exact details about what happened between you two, but I know the gist of it. I don't know what you were thinking, though. You know you can talk to any one of us."
"I don't know where to start," I admit.
"Start from where you'd like," he encourages.
"She was my best friend," I say softly, somehow finding myself on her Instagram page now. "She was," I shook my head, "is the best person I know." She looks so beautiful and happy. Is she happy without me? It'd make sense. "She's the best thing that ever happened to me, Ed."
He's quiet, and I don't blame him. I don't blame him if he hates me or is disappointed in me. I am too.
"Do you think I've lost her forever?" I ask.
There's a part of me, a huge part, that wants him to say no, even if he's lying. False hope seems pretty good now.
"I don't know, bro," he replies honestly, and I've got to respect him for that. "You didn't just mess up this once, Nick. You've screwed with her pretty bad this time. If you love her, let her go. She needs this."
"Are you saying I was bad for her?" I ask, feeling both hurt and betrayed. God, I sound so pathetic.
"I know you've made her happy," he answers, shaking his head, "but you and I both also know that you weren't exactly good to her during the end."
I shake my head.
"She called me crying over you, multiple times," he admits. "She gave up everything for you. Now you just have to wait until she's ready and give up everything for her."
"Best advice you have."
"You aren't exactly a saint. That's the best I've got."
I let his words sink in. He's right. I'm not a saint. I can't believe I did this to her. I can't believe I hurt her like this. I don't even deserve her. Not after what I did. Not after I screwed everything up.
