I drive down the streets of New York and on every street a memory of Natasha and I replays in my head. Every corner I turn every Street I go down, all her.
Although my heart hurts like I've just been shot I feel an almost weight be lifted off of my chest. Tears are still prominent in my eyes as I turn down each road.
I start to realize that maybe this is for the better. Maybe we were never meant to be. Maybe I will find someone better.
Although these thoughts are in my head the bad still take over.
Yet again another street with a memory. Every single street, even if it's us just walking. They all hold memories. That's why I'm leaving, I can't take it here anymore.
I should have left when we first broke up. But unlike now I didn't have the balls. I'm so fed up with her shit that I do now.
Every single street, It hurts so bad. I just want to pull over again to cry but I know I shouldn't. I have to keep going because, if I stop I might not ever leave.
I have to get out of this place.
A/n
Yet again another short chapter. This one definitely shorter than the others. It's just a bit of a filler chapter. Next couple of chapters may be fillers. Stay tuned!
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Fanfiction"Pretty Boy took his bitch now he can't get his bitch back. Now he wanna talk I ain't really for that chit chat. Bread on my man's if he wants beef than he can get that." Atlas Wright, an up and coming artist in the music industry, is dating Natasha...
