The Devil in the Mirror

Andy's POV:

Tour has been going great so far. The promotion of BVB IV is amazing, and the Black Mass tour has been surreal. The fans and the venues are all awesome, but I can't help but feel like something is missing.

oh, who the fuck am I kidding, I miss Rosie like hell. I miss her laugh, her sweet smile, the silky texture of her red hair between my fingers, and the way her eyes would light up whenever we were around each other. She was my best friend, and I treated her like shit, all because of one fucking text message. If only I'd listened to her, let her explain, then maybe she would still be here with me on tour. In my arms while I held her. We would laugh and banter about what movie to watch, and eventually I would give up and let her decide.

But that wouldnt happen, because I told her to never come back. And I had no idea where she was. All I knew was that maybe, just maybe, she would be at one of our shows.


Chris' POV:

"Alright Chicago! You've been fucking awesome! Until next time!" I shouted into the mic, before exiting off the stage with the guys.

The moment I get off stage, I grab a water bottle and mutter a 'thanks' and grab my phone, immediately dialling her number. I rush off to the dressing room further backstage so that I can talk to my baby in privacy.

Her phone rings a couple times, but then goes straight to voicemail. I frown but ignore it. Then I proceed to text her 'goodnight' and go to see the guys.

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