endless - discontinued

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this pov was the most voted so here y'all go.

(also endless hit 6k votes and i didn't realise, thank you guys so much and i dont even know how to react, im so grateful that's there's so many of you guys reading a book i made earlier this year.)

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Rebecca sat in Andrews lap and she giggled as they talked about their upcoming wedding.

"Look, I don't know if we can have a grand wedding like we had planned," Andrew sighed.

Rebecca frowned and pouted.

"But babe! Everyone's been talking about this wedding for ages, we can't just tell the guests they're no longer invited," She whined, annoying Andrew.

"None of this would've even happen if that witch would've just kept her mouth shut," She muttered, mentioning Eleanor once more.

"Look I cheated, I deserve this."

Andrew puffed as he saw Rebecca not looking convincing.

"You don't understand Becca-"

"Well, then make me understand."

"Tell me everything about you and your past, even how you first met the witch," She grinned.

Andrew shook his head, but realised he needed to vent.

So he started from the top as Rebecca listened intently.

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Andrew finished and she kissed him.

"It's late, you should go home," Andrew yawned.

"It 12 am Drew and you're expecting me to go on another 2 hour drive?" She blinked.

"Let me stay over, I'm sure that your parents have a guest room-"

"Better yet, I'll stay with you," Rebecca spoke flirtatiously.

Andrew removed her hands and smiled.

"I suppose you can sleep in the guest room closest to mine."

She nodded and Andrew led her to her room.

Yawning, he went to the living room to get a glass of water.

"Why is she still here?" Andrea spoke, startling Andrew.

"It's too late for her to leave."

"You're beginning to forget that this is my house," She sighed, emphasising her words.

"Mom," He begged.

"But since it is late, I'll allow it, only tonight," Andrea yawned and went back to her room.

Andrew entered his room.

He just laid in bed, staring at the ceiling.

With so many thought running through his head, he couldn't focus on sleeping.

Andrew needed to fix things.

He need and wanted to change.

But he didn't know where to begin.

Andrew thought of a plan and went outside to grab his laptop.

He began typing but soon ended up frustrated.

Andrea watched this and pitied him.

But unlike Andrew, she knew exactly how to fix things.

So she did a little something and asked for a favour.