chapter twenty-four

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- Shawn -

- Two Weeks Later -

"Shawn! Get the fuck out!" Echo screams at me, my heart shatters as she sends me an angry glare. I don't reply, I hate talking now. Every time I open my mouth everyone just sends a stupid comment towards me, and I can't cope any more. And Elizabeth died, and Echo doesn't want me at he funeral. My daughter funeral. "You've been nothing but a silent fucker for ages, we're done."

"Echo..." I croak, my throat sore from not talking in so long, I've sang but not much, "I love you, I love you so much. I don't want you be mad, or angry, so I'll leave. I'll always be around if you need someone to talk to or someone to comfort you or just some company, I'm just a phone call away. I love you, Echo."

I stand up and walk out, she locks the door behind me. I then feel a surge of anger rush through me. "Fuck!" I scream at the top of my lungs, I can here Echo's sobs through the door. I turn back to the door and whisper, "I love you, no matter the odds."

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I slam the door as I enter the tour bus, ignoring Andrew and the crew's screams, not wanting to talk to them. I flash through my contacts, trying to find that one name. Echo. I let out a breath and unsteadily tap the contact and call her. My heart pounds as it connects, and I the hear her slurred voice, music blaring in the background, shit, she's drunk. I get my iPad and text Liyah.

To: Aaliyah.
Where's Echo?

From: Aaliyah.
Drinking, she's had a one night stand Shawn.

To: Aaliyah.
Fuck. I've ruined her life haven't I?

From: Aaliyah.
No, she's been calm as fuck for most of the day. No tears, she's not even said anything about you. To her you don't exist Shawn.

To: Aaliyah.
I've lost my wife.

"Echo?" I say to her, a worried expression on my face.

"Matt!" She slurs into the phone. She doesn't know it's me. "Shawn's been a dick recently, he's not been normal! Mental nob!"

A/N: this isn't meant to offend people with mental illnesses, it's just showing how less mature she is!

I hang up. Drunken words speak sober thoughts, I think to myself, I have lost my wife, and I'm kind of happy.

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