Love is Strong, and Mines All Gone

Chapter 22- Why?

Eddie's Point of View

*1 month later from Chapter 20*

Chris seemed off.. all day.

He took me out to the woods. I didnt know why.. cause he never told me the reason. I'd guess it was so he could take his mind off of whatever was obviously bothering him.

But regardless.. I was with Chris. That made me happy.

"So what are we doing out here?" I asked Chris, with a big smile as I ooked up at him.

We reached an open area in the woods. Trees surrounding us in every direction.

"Ed- ugh, this is so much harder when you're all smiley and happy." He told me, with a concerned look on his face. I watched as he scratched the back of his head nervously.

I furrowed my brows- as I grew the same look of 'concern' that he had.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

He grabbed at My forearm, as he sat on a fallen tree. "Eddie, please sit down."

"No, I feel like I'll want to stand for this one. Chris.. what's going on? Youve been acting weird all week."

I was so confused.

"I- Eddie please, sit."

I finally sat on the tree next to him. I tried to grab at his hand, but he.. pulled it back. That wasnt a good sign. It's not like Chris to reject my touch of any kind.

"Chris.." I whispered. My blue eyes stared deep into his.

"Eddie I.. I think that uh-"

"Just spit it out Chris."

I feel like I knew what he was about to say but.. i didn't want to assume.

"Eddie, you know I love you right?" Chris asked.

My eyes began to fill with tears. I could tell Chris wanted to cry too.

All I did was nod my head 'yes'.

"You're the love of my life. Ive loved you all these years-" He chuckled. "I still do but-"

"Chris, just say it." I whispered.

He looked down and shook his head. "Eddie, I think we should break up."

The tears from my eyes fell onto my puffy cheeks. I didnt even bother to wipe them away. I didnt care to.

Tears began to fall from Chris' eyes too.

He took his thumbs, and ran them over my cheeks- wiping away the tears.

"Please don't cry Ed." He told me, with a sad look on his face.

"W-why do you want this? Why are you breaking up with me? Did I do something? Chris whatever it is I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't fit your needs Chris. I should've been a better boyfriend I-" Before I could finish my sentence, I burst out into tears.

He wrapped his arms around me, as I pushed my face into his chest, crying into his tank top.

"Eddie its not that. You're an amazing boyfriend. The best I could ask for." He told me, as he ran his fingers through my frizzy brown hair.

"T-then why?" I asked, still sobbing.. my voice quivering at this point.

"B-because my careers taking off and- I'll be touring and I won't get to see you ever. Itll just be very hard on us. And vice versa for you too."

I pulled my face out from his chest. "W-well make it work."

"Its not that easy Eddie. This is for the best. You'll understand later."

I stood up, and took a step back from him. "S-so.. you're choosing, f-fame over me?"

Chris' facial expression grew sadder. He reached an arm out towards me. "Ed, it's not like that.."

"I-I thought you loved me Chris.."

"I-I do Eddie- I just-"

I cut him off. "You just what? You just don't want to date me when you get all famous? That's why we're breaking up? Looks like the spotlights already made you go stupid."

I felt bad for calling him stupid but.. I was so damn upset.

I took my jacket off, and tossed it into his lap; the jacket he gave me the day before we got together, a few years back.

I also ripped off a Dogtag necklace he got me during our two year Anniversary. We had matching ones. 'Eddie and Chris- together forever.' They both read.

"Eddie it's not like that.." Chris told me.

"It is like that, Chris." I told him, tears bursting out of my eyes. I started to slowly walk backwards, as I whispered, "You don't love me Chris- not like you used to."

"Eddie please!"

"I'll see you around Chris. Alright? If I see your poster up for your band 'Soundgarden', then I'll be sure to come see you. Maybe one day I'll just have to get myself backstage, and we can talk then about how being famous is working out for you."

And with that- I ran off. I couldnt be there. I couldnt talk to him.. not now. I ran quickly to our apartment.. and grabbed some clothes, my camera, and some pictures I had taken of Chris and I.

Then i ran out just as quickly as i ran in. I couldnt let him find me. But for some dumb reason.. I hope he looks. I went to a park nearby, and looked at the photos of me and my ex-boyfriend.

My vision got blurry as tears filled my eyes. I couldnt help but cry.

Again,

And again,

And again.

Fucking asshole! Why? Why'd he have to leave?

"We could've worked it out!" I yelled. "We could've worked." I repeated in a whisper.

I wanted to rip up each and every photo of us together..and of Chris alone.. but I couldnt.

I still loved him.

And I hoped he still loved me like he said..

I was really missing that damn jacket.

...And that asshole...