Nicole's POV:

I was avoiding him.

That was obvious.

I knew that our relationship, everything we had together ad cherished, was quickly coming to an end. I thought I had accepted it, but now that the inevitable was approaching, well, I just didn't want to let it go. But I knew in my heart, that it was truly over, after all, you can't save a patient who's dying of cancer, you can't save a relationship that began over toxic ground.

I just didn't want to be the one to end it.

He made everything stop, at least momentarily. When we were happy, i never dreaded going home as much, because I knew, I always knew, that Andy would be sneaking in through my window in the darkest hours of night. That wouldn't be happening ever again, and that broke my heart. Him walking me from each and every class would end as well, although those moments were more frequent, it still changed everything for me. I was no longer shoved around and into lockers, my books no longer rudely knocked from my clutches, no all of that would start again.

And i honestly wasn't prepared for the loneliness.

Yet I could not stand to be in a poisonous relationship with the love of my life any longer, not when I knew that the end was nearing.

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"Hey babe," Andy's cheerful voice interrupted my thoughts.

He didn't lean in to kiss me as he used to, nor did he even go to briefly pull me into his arms; we were over I guess.

"Hi Andy," I mumbled back, pulling me knees to my chest.

He frowned but said nothing. I guess I was the one to bring this up, the one to begin things, and then end things.

Taking a deep breath, I turned towards him, for the last time.

Or so I thought.

Notes

short update because I feel like shit
it's coming back guys, and it's drowning me... slowly.