Shouldn't Have Kissed You.

chapter 24

Dedicated to @Jha Trisha

Now I know how wrong I was,
But if you say you forgive,
I promise I won't judge you gain,
Please give me another chance in your life,
Because I'm no perfect after all,
I'm down on my knees,
I know.

Chris finished singing the last part of his new song and walked out of the booth. He was at studio recording his audio with his producer and so far, everything was going so well but there was something that was a mess in his life. If only...

"That was so emotional," said his producer getting up from his seat. "Wanna talk about it?"

Of course, he did want to talk about it. Talk about his one past month of silent treatment from his own wife. She said nothing to him and neither did she spare even a glance to him. And that, that bothered him way way too much than he cared admit.

He didn't know why, but every time she came home she ate nothing instead, she would go straight to their bedroom and when he followed her to ask her to go down stairs to grab her food to eat, she would just walk to the bathroom and get changed. After wards, she would either go out or sleep on the floor despite him telling her every day that she could take a couch.

Chris knew he brought this upon himself but he was sorry. He was sorry for his silly moves and for his thinking. But from that day he had changed and she could see that. She could tell it since he didn't stop her from going out with Leonel. He didn't even ask when she came past midnight.

All he wanted was for them to be friends. He wanted another chance with her. He wanted to start all over again but it's like she doesn't exist in his life. She doesn't even acknowledge him when he is around anywhere she is and it really hurts him. It does.

So for the past one month, he thought of draining his sorrow in his music. Yes, music. It wasn't his best talent but what other way to let it out? It was his only way to let go his the argue that he felt bottling up inside him. His way of saying sorry to her, if she cared to listen to the music.

So everyday, he would drag himself to the company where he would sign all the documents that need to be signed then, in the afternoon would be spent in the studio recording his songs and making some changes in them.

And today was the last day of the record and he couldn't be any happier. He was spent for the whole month. I mean, morning meetings and afternoon full of needing energy and then a evening with silent treatment. Who wouldn't be anyway?

"What do we call the album?" Chris asked his manager pulling out a drink from a fridge that was at far end. Of course he was avoiding the discussion of his personal life.

He walked back to one of his seat and pulled his own seat to sit on with the cold drink on his hand.

"How about I'm sorry?" his manager asked. "I mean, all your songs here are basically apologies to whoever you offended and it seems they won't forgive you."

Chris smirked at him, "I would say that that is a good title but there are so many songs with the word and I need a unique, title?"

"Of course," his manager smiled at him. "How about heartbreak?"

Chris this time laughed, " Remind me why I make you my manager again?" He asked taking a sip of his drink. "Because heartbreak is the name of Chris Brown's album, remember?"

"Yeah, sure," he said rubbing his already messy hair, "but you got to admit I got a good sense of humour."

Chris gave him him a weak smile. He had met his manager when he was still in highschool. Actually he was the one who discovered him on a street battle. Of course, he did street battle in order to earn money for his school fees and to also help his mum around the house.