'Ricky Baby I'm so sorry. I know I'm trash and don't deserve you. But please take me back. I can't live without you. you're my entire life. We've gone through so much together. I can't let us end all of these months of love over my stupidity. I'll change, I'm willing to change in any way, shape, or form for us to be together. I just want to be in you're arms again. I want to be able to tell you I love you and see the smile on your face. I want to feel the butterflies I get eveytime I see you. You said you loved me and you promised me we could be together forever. You said you would never hate me. You said you'd never hurt me. But I can't put a name on how much I'm hurting now. I'll always love you. I just want one last chance please, it won't be wasted.' I sent the text wiping my tears from my face.

57 Unread messages, because I can't speak to anyone. I managed to make myself get on social media just to see how Motionless in Whites guitarist walked off stage seconds into the first song. "I'm gonna have to take you to the hospital if you don't eat anything. It's been 4 days and you look sickly. Please eat anything. " Nick begged. My greasy hair lay still on the pillow.

He walked over and took my phone from my pale hands. "You have to stop texting and calling him. It's not helping you. " Nick sat it down next to my face.
"I have to try I'm nothing without him." I cried. "I'm sorry, don't cry please" he brushed my hair back.

I felt my phone vibrate and picked it up immediately. The tears blurred my vision, but I wiped my face to see it was finally a reply.
'Stop trying to communicate with me. I do NOT want to speak to you. I was wrong about most thing I said to you when we were dating, especially about never hating you. When you get your things please leave the ring on the kitchen counter.'

I began to cry even harder, quickly turning into a sob.
'Ricky I love you please just talk to me. Five minute of your time, I'll come to you.' I sent but was quickly followed with a response.
'Do not come to my apartment or I will call the police. And I will get a restraining order.'

"I'm taking your phone." Nick picked it up sliding it into his pocket. "I have to convince him. he needs to know how much I love him." I cried reaching for my phone. "He knows, I'm sorry he's such an asshole." Nick tried to calm me. "Well get through this. we always do." he sat beside me and rubbed my back. "you'll be okay."

The End.