Alex comes in half an hour later to you lay on the couch. You had stopped sniffling and was just watching TV. He greets you then rushes into the bedroom then walks out to you again. "Darcy, I have to talk to you. It's important" he says, his voice breaking a little as if he was nervous.
"Okay, I need to talk to you first though" you say, switching off the TV and facing him. "I can't do it, Alex"
"What? What do you mean? Do what?"
"I can't be verbally abused every time I leave my home" you say, calmly.
"What? Is this about the paparazzi?" Alex says, he walks over and sits next to you calmly.
"Alex, this relationship is going to be too fucking hard so long as you're getting more and more famous" you say, trying not to cry. You didn't want to, but you had to do this.
"Are.. you. What are you trying to..fuck..what are you doing?" Alex whimpers helplessly.
"I know its sudden. But I think we should break it off before you get even more famous. I know I'm being incredibly selfish and-"
"What the fuck are you doing to me? Is this a joke?" Alex says, his voice raising.
"No" you whimper.
"Darcy," he whispers, collapsing onto his knees and resting his chin on your knees. "Please don't do this".
"I think we should break up." you say simply.
"You can't fucking do this to me" he yells, standing up. "This is so sudden"
"I know"
"I thought you were happy. I thought we were happy!" he yells.
"I am. I was. I know it's going to get worse though. I don't think I can cope with it" you cry.
"Am I not worth it?" he quizzes you, his voice breaking sadly.
"Yes. Yes, of course you are. I just can't do it" you cry pathetically.
"Please don't leave me" he says, suddenly on his knees and begging. He grabs your hands and pulls you down so you're on your knelt next to him.
He cups your face with his little hands, tears rolling down his cheek. He kisses you slowly, crying every time he needed a breath. You break the kiss and stand up.
"I'll pack my stuff" you say calmly, your tears flooding the floor. He collapses onto the floor, defeated.
"Fine" he whispers. "Fine" he shouts, getting up off the floor and storming out the house. You burst into tears and cry and cry and cry. You then go into the bedroom and start stuffing your belongings into a bag. You open the drawer, in search for your flat keys. And there, hidden in the drawer was an engagement ring in a leather box.
