Gableen: The Back Row

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Gabbie's POV:
I stood at my door, debating whether to leave or not, whether it would just fuck things up more between us, or resolve my feelings. All I wanted was to see her again, let my gaze watch her dance around the stage in the spotlight. I missed her and it was beginning to eat away at me. Even if this was the last time I'd ever see her in person, even if she didn't know I was there, I wanted my last memory of her to not be of us fighting, but remember her pure, angelic face shining on the stage, just as I had first met her.

I wore a huge oversized black hoodie, and some ripped jeans. I threw over my baggy hood and slunked into my seat on the back row. There was no chance I was letting anyone see me tonight, not looking like this. I kept my head low in the crowds of people, looking at the floor until the show began. I instantly felt regret showing up here, what was I thinking? The rows in front of me began whispering, obviously noting my strange fashion sense, I kept my head to the floor until they turned back around, continuing to talk about me.

The lights turned dark, and everyone began clapping and cheering, butterflies flew in my stomach, and not the good kind. I regretted coming here, sitting in an old hall, full of kids and teens. What was the point? So I could sit here and well up as I realised how much I missed her, sitting confined to this chair unable to run up on that stage and confess my love for her. I couldn't do what I did before, I felt the chair strangulate me to its velvet cushion, not letting me leave as the show commenced.

I slowly bring my eyes to the stage, to see her flawless figure appear in the centre, looking back out to the audience. It was huge, seeming as she was only doing one final show people flocked from all over the country just to see her final act. This comforted me even more, knowing she wouldn't be able to see me back here. My eyes lit up seeing her begin singing harmoniously to the crowd, it was the first time I'd heard her true voice in forever, it sent shivers down my spine, wishing she was singing to me. If she knew I was here, I didn't dare to think.

Through my heart ache, my tears which began rolling down from my glistening eyes, I felt happy. Happy that she was too, finally being herself again, and getting over me. It stung, but I knew it was true, yet I couldn't help but long into her eyes hoping there was still some love left in them for me.

The lights of the arena danced around the audience, every time a light passed near I'd throw my head to the floor, disguising myself from my true identity. The white light quickly beamed past my body and I sat back into my chair again. This happened several times, it made me even more nervous feeling as though her eyes moved with the lights, letting her scan the backs of the theatre hall for the rest of her fans. A light scanned past me, she began singing which made me relax into the chair as her voice sung like a lullaby. It passed again, I kept my head up this time. She glanced over, I think she missed me. Her head span back as she locked onto me, I knew instantly she could see me. Even from this far away, I could feel her stare seep deep into me, clearing my head of relaxation and filling it with adrenaline. I squinted back, keeping my head low to make sure she was the only one recognising me. Her signing became unsteady as she tried looking elsewhere, my knees knocked together telling me to leave, I stayed put. The lights darted elsewhere, I was now in the dark, disguised once again. I saw her try focus in on me, but it was pitch black back here, making me calm slightly. I heard her talk into her ear piece and the light quickly darts back my way. She was trying to look at me, I glared back at her. I wanted to run, but my heart pleaded at her for affection, acceptance. "Gab-?" she quietly mumbles into her microphone before continuing her song with caution.

I look to the floor, streaming with tears, hearing her speak broke my heart. I was missing her more than ever, but who was I kidding, I knew she didn't want me here. Her eyes soothed mine gently, but it was too late, I took off.

Flying out of my seat I marched out the arena with my hood still disguising me. I heard the mic drop in the background but I didn't care to turn around. I threw myself onto the street, and began walking down an ally so no one saw me viciously crying. Why didn't I just tell her the truth. I slammed myself into the wall, collapsing onto the side of the ally, burring my head into my legs. The sounds of police sirens echoed in the cities background, it was night time . A door flew open in front of me, and I jumped up "G.. Gabbie is that you?" I heard a faint shaky cry. I look up to see Colleen, welling up "Not now Colleen, go back to your show" I scream, marching further down the road "Gabbie" she yelled, making me pause in my tracks, her desperate cry making me feel numb "I still love you" she whispered, braking down in the doorway. "Please, just come inside." She said gently, making me turn around. I slowly approached her, even being so close to her warmed my blood instantly, I felt as though I was coming back to life. She took my hand and ushered me to a room with no one else in, then quickly left. I guess she's still got a show to do.
Time flew by faster than I thought, I must have been so caught up in my thoughts I forgot about my surroundings. Soon enough Colleen entered, I could tell she was happy with how the show went, yet her face looked concerned, and worried about me. "I've got something you tell you Colleen, this is what really happened with Rachel.."

A/N: What will happen next?! Thank you for all the reads, votes and comments they all mean so much! What's Gabbie going to confess? Find out soon! ❤️