Stranded (An Andy Biersack Love Story) {1} [COMPLETED]

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

ShyAnne's POV

I took the next day off from work, not even being able to imagine driving today. I laid in bed all day, Andy bringing me my meals. I can't do this anymore. I can't live here anymore. I can't drive here anymore. I'm done trying to adapt, trying to make things work. Andy was sitting next to me in the bed, playing on his phone.

"Andy." I said.

"Yes babe?" He asked, not looking up from his phone.

"I don't want to live here anymore." I said.

"Do you not like the apartment?" He asked, still looking at his phone. 

"I don't want to live in LA anymore."

"What?" He asked, finally looking up from his phone.

"I'm not happy here. I miss San Francisco! I want to live there again!"

"ShyAnne, I told you the issues with th-"

"Do you know what I've been going through the last 2 months Andy? I'm depressed! I cry everyday, multiple times a day. I'm not happy here! I just had a fucking panic attack while driving! I don't think I can drive here anymore which is severely limiting! I just want to go home!" I cried.

"I thought you felt better after the remodel?"

"For a week, and then depression creeped in again. I don't know how much longer I can live like this Andy. 

"I'll be back." He grumbled, walking out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him so hard that the whole room shook. I slumped into the bed and started crying again. Did I just fuck up our relationship?

Andy's POV

I got in my car and just drove. I needed to clear my head away from the whole situation. How could she have been so miserable the pat two months and I didn't notice? Of course, I want her to have the world and I want her to be happy, but can I really make that long ass drive to LA almost daily? I don't want us to be long distance again, but I don't want to be making that drive, but I also want her to be happy again. I let out an audible sigh and drove back home.

ShyAnne's POV

I heard the front door open, and shortly after, Andy came into the bedroom.

"I'm sorry for slamming the door." He said, his face softening once he saw my red, puffy face.

"It's okay." I said quietly.

"Do you really want to move back to San Francisco?" He asked. I nodded. "Will that make you happy again?" He asked. I nodded again. "Okay, I guess we're moving." He said.

"Really? What about your band?" I asked.

"I'll keep this apartment to stay at when I've got multiple days of work. I can adapt to the drive, it'll be fine." He said. "I just want you to be happy. I feel guilty you've been feeling like this for months, all because of me."

"It's okay baby." I said, patting the spot next to me on the bed. I grabbed his face and kissed his lips. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." He said, hugging me tightly.

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