The Beginning

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Frozen I held my breath, I caught my heart on beating fast. I can't see him like this. I can't look down. At this moment I'm wishing that my doubts would go away, but they stay just like him. "Will you marry me?" I can tell that he is trying to be brave, time has brought us together but now it seems I have to take a step back and leave this battleground.

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It's been about a week since the two of us talked, since the day I walked away and left him for dead. I knew things would never be the same with my empty heart and his full of pain.

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"It's a wrap guys!"

Everyone started to give us an applause and gratulated us. As soon as I could I checked my phone. Zero new texts and 1 missed call, 1 missed call. My heart started beating faster, I unlocked my phone and saw 1 missed call from my mother Babs. I sighed. I took my phone, my coat and everthing else that's mine. I walked outside, meeting the boys there.

We arrived at the hotel, I went straight to bed. Praying for sleep. It was 3 AM, a hard day of work is behind me but the video is shooted. Couldn't be happier. The last one was sarcastic you know. It's cold and dark outside, rain's smashing against my window. Altough L.A. is normally beautiful and a happy place in the world, I miss home, Manchester. One thing I have learned is to be grateful for everything especially for what people do for you even when you hate what they say and then go it's for your own good. But that brought that if the world is ending, I know I can call my parents and my brother. I have been sitting in this hotel room now for 3 days missing out of the fun. Staring at my phone, writing deleting rewriting texts but not sending them. I have a lot of unfinished bussines, it makes me nervous. I wish I could tell you I love you but I don't have a number to call, anymore. The tears of sadness hurt and regrets are coming again, I can't take it anymore. When you love someone and lose it could it be any worse?

The black modern clock on the wall is ticking while I lay awake, trying to find the words I'll probably never say. I put my headphone ears in and play a song that I'm working on. Heartbreak Story.

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