Miss Missing You (a Patrick Stump fanfiction) (edited)

Chapter 5

"I don't love you anymore." I said. The words burned my tongue.

What was the truth? I didn't know. But I knew I couldn't go ahead with kissing him. It was a bad idea. A terrible idea. He was so hard getting over. For so long id been holding to on to anger, refusing to remember how much I used to love him, trust him, miss him. I never allowed myself to feel anything for him but anger.

Patrick paled. I expected him to be angry, or to argue, but he never did. He just walked away from me.

He just walked away.

He just opened the door and walked out, leaving me alone in my dressing room to think about everything that had just happened.

And for the first time in six months, I cried.

Over Patrick Stump.

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"We could be immor-or-or-or-or-or-or-immortals." I sang, harmonizing with Patrick.

He grabbed my hand and spun me, then sang.

"We could be immortals." He sang.

The song ended, and I caught my breath.

Patrick's hands dropped from me and he walked off the stage. A sweaty Pete met my eyes as I watched him leave. There was a question in his eyes. Did Patrick tell Pete? Had he even had time? As soon as my tears stopped falling I joined Will on stage to run through the routine one more time before Patrick took Will's place. He wouldn't look at me while we danced. He didn't speak to me once.

I shook my head and started to follow Patrick. But I paused. No. I couldn't go after him. What was I supposed to say?

I don't love you Patrick but please don't be sad.

I mean, how the hell could I ask that?
Maybe I should just let it go. I was finally over him. Now I had to give him the chance to get over me.

I left the studio without saying goodbye to Will, just wanting to get the hell out of there. I was feeling anxious and upset over everything with Patrick, and angry at Evan for causing all this heartache.

I walked down the street, hugging my arms across my chest. It was cold. I should have brought a jacket. The wind blew wildly around me, whipping my hair around my face and blinding me. I cut through an alley to get a break from the bitter wind, and I immediately regretted it.

"Tori."

I looked up, brushing my hair from my eyes. "E-Evan?" I stammered.

"Hello beautiful." He said.

He was walking towards me, coming too close. "Leave me alone." I said, backing away. It was dark, and there was no one around. I didn't want to be alone with Evan in an alley anymore.

But before I had a chance to run, he grabbed me.

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Patricks POV

Her words followed me throughout the whole day.

"I don't love you anymore."

The second time those words had been repeated to me this year. First from my now ex wife Elisa, and now from Tori.

I couldn't decide which one hurt more.

I made my way to the bar down the street, wanting to drown my sorrows.

No. I shouldn't be drinking. When I drank while sad some bad shit went down.

But who was I kidding? I was already in bad shape. Who gave a fuck now? I would go to the bar and forget about this disaster of a day I'd had.