"I'm done, Carissa! Actually, we're done!" Michael yelled as his face turned red from anger, he didn't care how much she cried. What she did hurt him.
"What do you mean by 'We're done'? Michael... Are you breaking up with me?" She mumbled as she looked up at him, almost unable to speak. Michael's response was just a simple nod. This can't be happening. All she could do was run and hide, so that's what she did.
Two hours later it was time for them to go on stage but Carissa was nowhere to be seen, Michael and the members of Pentatonix were running around the venue shouting her name. "Carissa!" They all yelled from different parts of the venue. Nothing.
They were 20 minutes late to going on stage, the band gave up but Michael was still looking. Then there was a cry which could never be unheard, "No!" Michael screamed, Kevin and Avi quickly sprang to their feet and ran to the room Michael was in. The sight was unforgettable. Sat in the corner of the room was Michael, holding Carissa with her head in his lap as he gently stroked her hair whilst mumbling the same words over and over again, "Don't do this, Carissa.. Don't slip away.. Stay with me!" He cried out, but it was too late. She was gone.
