"Darcy," Ryan says down the phone.
"Yeah, hi, what's the matter? Why are you calling me?" you ask.
"I.. have been thinking," he starts. "I'm sorry for being such a, well, a dick to you. It's just I saw Alex with you the other day, you looked happy. I just liked you lots, I still do.." he says.
"I'm sorry Ryan," you say.
"Do you want to.. maybe... get something to eat later?" he says hopefully. You sigh.
"Ryan, I'm with Alex now. I love Alex, I'm sorry," you say.
"He won't let you go out for a friendly drink then?" he asks.
"Of course he will, I want to spend every moment with him though." you say. You look around, noticing his absence.
"Why is that?" Ryan asks you.
"He's leaving in two days, he's actually going on tour.. with his BAND" you say, feeling somewhat proud.
"Ah, I see. He's abandoning you? I could never do that to you," he says.
"No he isn't, stop being such a dick Ryan" you shout, hanging up.
Ryan's unkind words circle your mind, making tears form in your eyes.
You have a cry for a while, then start making lunch. Alex would be with the band for a year and a half, why was he not at home spending his time with you? You get a text at around 5pm, it's Alex saying hes forgotten his keys. You text him back with an "okay" and then drift off to sleep, exhausted from worrying.
At 10pm, you are woken up to a knock on the door. You get up from the sofa sleepily and head to the door. You open it to find Alex. He has a cut on the top of his head, making his hair sticky with blood. One of his eyes are swollen and purple and his lip is busted and puffy.
"Oh my god, what's happened?"
