(Lillian's P.O.V.)

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I end the phone call with Noah. Tears were shed, but now I just feel numb. I wish I could just move. How long can I possibly handle him working there? I slip on my green converse he bought me and pull up my hair in a messy bun and drive to the studio. 


I'm not physically there to care about my appearance. I slam shut the door to my room and grab a pencil. I go through the various journals and find a black cover one and scribble down "I hate Ryan James Brock!" I hear a knock on the door and say "Come in." A pair of blue-gray-green eyes look at me and automatically look away. 


He says calmly "You, me, Bj's, 10 minutes okay?" I say "No Ryan, I'm not going." A hand of his places itself on his left hip as he says stubbornly "You. Me. Bj's. 10 minutes. Okay!" I wince as his tone gets louder and say "Ryan, no." 


He says "Lillian, we need to talk." I say "Then why didn't we talk then? You left me breaking with no reason behind it." He walks closer to me and says "We need to talk. Bj's. 2 minutes. P-Please?" I give in. 


He gets in his truck and me in my car. We arrive at the cafe in our hometown we used to go to all the time. I sit in one of the chairs across from him keeping as much distance from him as I can. I scowl as I remember the date. February 23rd.  


The day we first got together. I walk to my car and find the hoodie he bought me and the promise ring he got me. The ring still manages to fit my finger perfectly as I slide it on and take the hoodie out and bring it inside. I walk to the bathroom and quickly change into the hoodie. His scent floods my nose. 


Tears brim my eyes and I carefully wipe them from my eyes with the cuffs. I exit the bathroom and come out to find he's already ordered our drinks. Me, a sweet tea, and him the same. I always ordered a sweet tea and he'd say "I'm gonna make you some sweet tea one day." 


He promised me a lot of things, but from us now, that has clearly changed. I sit back down and fidget with the ring on my left ring finger. Only 8 months into us but we already were madly in love and we knew it. Well, guess that was just a lie. He never clearly believed me on my part of the love deal. 


I look up at his eyes and glance down quickly. I need to avoid talking to him at all costs. I can't let him get back into my heart and cause damage once again like he already has. His voice comes out small as he says "Lillian?" I say nothing. 


He says "Lillian, I know you can hear me, I need to know something." I groan and say "What Brock? What would you like to know about me? More ways to get into my heart and break me once again?"  He adopts a pained look on his face as he says "Lillian, I don't want to hurt you."

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