gone.

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"Where is he?"

I asked Sami as he came in the house.

"I left him at the bar. He doesn't want help. He doesn't want you Pam. Don't even bother with him."

Sami said. But something in my heart told me I needed to go find him.

"I'll be back."

I said as I grabbed my keys and headed towards my car.

25 Minutes Later

"Was there a guy in here earlier? Around 5"11? Short black hair? Really cute blue eyes?"

I asked the bartender.

"Yeah, he was here. He left a couple minutes ago. He left this here."

The bartender said as he placed a small box on the table. I opened the box up to see the most beautiful ring I've ever seen in my life. I started tearing up as I stared at it.

He really just left it here. He didn't even wanna give it to me. He really didn't want me anymore.

"Thanks."

I said to the bartender as I walked out of the bar. I walked to the car and just bawled my eyes out. He was gone. Done. Didn't want to fight for us anymore.

What the hell could I do about it? Sure, I could fight. But at the end of the day, he's going to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do. And what he didn't want to do was me. I sighed as I looked down at my wrists and saw the three red scars on my wrist.

Seth.

Kyle.

Mandy.

I quickly grabbed my car key and dug it into my skin, making a new red mark on my wrist.

Fergal.