Part 10

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That same night I called him but he didn't answer. I left a voicemail simple saying that we were over, obviously. Now here I am just one night later, trying to hold myself together at my show and even though the show is over, I struggle to holf it together in front of my friends, crew, and even my parents. Nobody knew what had happened the night before. I have failed to tell them yet. The thing is I don't want to tell them what happened. It hurts too much. I don't ever want to tell them but I know I can't hide it forever. I just want to be alone for the next few days. Having no shows for the rest of the week is a blessing but I know I'll miss the stage and especially my fans. They could always make me happy. "I'm okay," I tell everyone backstage. "I'm just a little emotional. I'll be back at the hotel, see you all soon." I sniffled. Hopefully they thought I was emotional because it was the last show on tour...

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