It was the hardest goodbye I had ever endured. Lots of tears, coming from both of us. My eyes had gone red long ago, so had his. This break was needed, yet not one of us wanted it. It was all a matter of constant worry and stress, and me knowing, that I could be close to breaking down if it all kept coming.

I knew going into this that the school day was going to be weird. To be truthful though, I thought it would be even more weird than it was. During the course of the day, I only saw Andy once, and we didn't even say hi. He just looked at me with a rather sad face and then continued to walk past me.

Before our temporary breakup, I didn't realize how lonely I was without Andy. During lunch, I had no one. During class, again, no one. I didn't dare to talk to the rest of the gang, as they were all way closer with Andy than with me, and would defend him in every situation. I was the villain and he was the victim, but I needed time, and I still loved him. The only problem was the emotional strain.

After school, I went straight home for once. I couldn't see Andy's car in the parking lot at school, so I guessed he had gone home. He was probably fine, I said I'd be back. Atleast I hoped he was fine, he always understood me.

I sat down on my bed and wanted to write something but I couldn't. My lack of inspiration made me feel so awful inside, and all I could think about was how I might have broken Andy's heart, the one person I had ever loved.

Instead, I started to draw a portrait of Andy. Don't know why, and it probably wasn't the best of ideas, seeing as I needed to detach myself from him. It was the very reason for distancing myself, so why was it so hard to let go?

Despite my best efforts, I couldn't get it right. I guess recreating perfection was hard.

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Andy's P.O.V.

I missed her so badly.

The break-up had come so suddenly that I had no way of coping with it in a sane way. It had led me to lots and lots of wall punching that had left my knuckles bruised. Did I do something wrong?

Atleast she would come back, she said. She needed time. I guess that was understandable, with everything that had happened. But I was left feeling empty and guilty about what had happened. It was all my fault, we shouldn't have become a thing. But I remember that day in the bathroom so well, and it was instant attraction for my part.

I looked at my phone. Could I call her this early? Or are there rules that say I should wait?

Screw rules. I'm texting her.

"I really miss you."

I know I shouldn't have sent it, but I did. Awaiting response, I lied down in bed doing nothing but staring into the plain ceiling. I wasn't expecting anything, she probably needed to take care of herself. But it was a pain to be apart.

Notes

Another chapter. I'm still tired from the trip, but I felt like this was necessary. This story needs to keep being worked on.

Thanks for reading!