[AlexGaskarth] I'm The Only One [Sequel | You're Not The Only One]

[ChapterFive]

Walking into the concert hall didn’t feel the same. It’s like everything changed once my relationship with Alex changed.

I didn’t realize how often the two of us came here until now. Almost every weekend he would take me to a show here, whether it was for his band or for another band that I liked while we were in high school and he was home from tours.

Of course, when he was touring, he wasn’t able to take me, so I didn’t go. There wasn’t a rule between us that said that I couldn’t go.

It was just something the two of us did together, it was our special place. Everyone that knew the two of us was aware of that.

I never told Alex that I thought of it that way and he didn’t tell me. We didn’t have to tell each other. It was just something the two of us knew.

Ryan knows me, almost as well as Alex had. She knows that it bothered me that he ended things, without a true explanation.

The argument was horrid; things were said, things were tossed, things were broken. Most of those things were done metaphorically, but nonetheless done.

Every time I thought about it, or Alex and I in general, tears would fill my eyes, my chest would tighten, and I would feel weak.

People are turning to look at me, some of them recognizing me and others curious as to who others were looking at.

That uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach returns; the one that follows me to every concert, to every signing, to every event.

It was every time I was with Alex, or I was mentioned, or I was seen. These teenage fans became one of the many things that made me not want to be at Alex’s side all the time.

The thought is pathetic, that I was desperately attempting to steer clear of fan girls that it got to the point where I didn’t want to go to his concerts.

But every concert that was close, or every concert that I could fly down to, I was there. And the fan girls never ceased to stare with hatred and jealousy.

“So, do you want to push our way through the front, go in the middle, or stay in the back?” Ryan asks, looking at me, her face showing concern.

Shrugging, I run a hand through my hair, biting my bottom lip. “I want to be as far away as possible from him and most of these people.”

Sighing, Ryan shakes her head. “You can’t hide forever. You think that art is making it better and maybe it is but it’s not making you happy.”

Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms over my chest in humiliation as people refrained from looking away. This isn’t my night; these concerts were never my night.

Tonight is Alex’s night, just like the rest of them. It isn’t for them to look at me, or talk about me. This is for them to see what he does best, what he placed as his first priority.