DISCLAIMER: THIS CHAPTER DEALS WITH DEATH, DON'T READ OR SKIP IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT.
Daveed I was scrolling through Instagram, when Ember texted me.
Ember What was up with you yesterday?
I smirked a bit.
Daveed I just simply don't have an idea of what you're talking about.
Ember Stop playing dumb. I'm serious. Why did you do that?
Daveed Why did you break up with me?
Ember I already told you why.
Daveed You were lying. I could tell.
She wasn't replying.
Daveed Why so suddenly?
Daveed Princess, please answer.
Daveed Why aren't you replying?
Daveed I'm coming over there, and you can't stop me.
I looked okay, wearing grey joggers, and a black shirt, I threw on a hoodie, and starting walking.
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I knocked and she opened it pretty quickly, she probably didn't know it was me. As soon as she opened it, she tried closing the door. But, I was able to stop it. She couldn't even hold it open, which I thought was cute. I barged in, and sat down. She had went to her room and laid down on her bed. I walked over to her.
"Princess."
No answer.
"Princess, why did you break up with me?"
Still no answer.
"Are you ever going to talk to me?"
She shrugged.
I laid down on the bed with her and wrapped my arm around her, and using the other arm to massage her body. She wasn't shying away, so I guess that's good. But, I felt her get tense.
"Do you still love me, Princess?"
Ember I got a text on my phone from Aaron.
Aaron Hey, Ember. Is my offer still up for the musical?
Ember sorry, Aaron. im not feeling well right now, thank you though.
Aaron I understand Ember, thank you for considering.
Daveed had a strong grip around my waist.
"Let me go, please."
"Where are you going?"
"To the park, now let me go."
"Say my name."
I hesitated.
"Daveed, let me go, please."
He let me go.
"I'm not finshed with you, Princess."
I put my hair into a ponytail, and put this on:
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