Chapter 48A: Letting Go {Happy}

                                    

                                          
(Ok, after reading this, come and listen to this song. It's so beautiful, and pay attention to the lyrics. Because it describes exactly how Liza's feeling.)
                          


                          
Liza's POV: (A/N) Sorry, it's just been Liza's recently, I can't reveal what David's thinking yet. ;)
                          
David didn't respond. I could see his face turn dark. I shaked him a bit.
                          
"David, tell me. Who was that girl?"
                          
David wouldn't move.
                          
"David!" I slapped him on the arm. I was close to tears. "Just tell me!"
                          
"Fine." David didn't look that great either. "Babe, just know that I'll always love you. But...yes." He paused.
                          
"She was planned to marry me."
                          
The world felt like it was crashing down. It was like the dream-no, nightmare where David died, but 100 times worse. Because this was reality.
                          
I sobbed into David's arm. He squeezed my hand. "B-but..." I sniffled. "Does that mean that we'd have to stop dating?"
                          
"Liza, my parents can't know about you. I've stored all pictures of you in a special folder on my phone, and I changed my wallpaper and phone case." He showed me his plain, silver case. "They can't. I don't know what they will do if they know, but I have a feeling that it won't be good. Liza, we'll have to keep our relationship a secret. No one can know. I'm thinking about deleting my YouTube channel, since you are in almost all of my videos. And you might want to delete the videos that have me in it. So that they won't find out."
                          
"David! You can't delete your channel! YouTube and vlogging is what you live for."
                          
"No, pookie. You are what I live for. And to keep you safe, I will sacrifice anything. Anything at all."
                          
I started tearing up. Again. But I had a good reason. I was about to lose the love of my life. "David. You don't have to. I can handle it. Whatever your parents think. I'll be ok."
                          
"No, Liza. You won't be ok. You don't know my parents."
                          
"Well, you don't know them either! You've only seen them for about 2 weeks of your entire 21 years of existence."
                          
"Yeah, but you've never met them! Just please, just stay safe. I want you to stay safe. And if that requires a forced marriage that I don't really want, just remember, pookie. You'll always be the only one that I love."
                          
I could see the girl and the man stand up, looking for David.
                          
"David, I think they're looking for you." I pointed at the window.
                          
"Crap. But before I leave, give me one last kiss."
                          
David forcefully wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me. I didn't care, I was just enjoying the moment, maybe even the last I will ever have with David. He pulled away, regretfully.
                          
"I love you."
                          
"I love you, too." I replied. I could feel a teardrop forming as I saw David go into the restaurant. 
                          
Was this the end? Was this it? I felt numb. I couldn't move. I knew I looked like a disaster, I probably had mascara across my face, with smeared makeup everywhere. My eyebrows were probably gone too. But I didn't care at all. I didn't care about anything. My one and only is going to get married to another woman. I....can't.
                          
I ran to the nearest public bathroom and cried my heart out. I didn't care if there was someone else in the bathroom, because I was just an emotional wreck. I looked at the mirror. An unfamiliar face stared back. A face full of sadness, depression, and smeared makeup. I wasn't used to this face. But I better get used to it. I'm going to feel like shit everyday from now on.
                          
I washed my face and all of my makeup off. I went out of the bathroom and stared at the restaurant. David was gone, along with the accompanying people. I sighed. I headed out of the bathroom, because it was useless now. I guess the best thing I can do is just to go. David doesn't want me to interfere, and I'll grant his last request for me. 
                          
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In only a matter of hours, I was back in LA and still crying. I struggled as I opened my laptop, and tried to get one of David's videos uploaded. I can't let them find out...until it was official. But I couldn't stop thinking about David, because I knew that we both loved each other, and that we were made for each other.
                          
Letting go is hard.
                          


                          


                          
Ok. I HAVE A REALLY SERIOUS QUESTION TO ASK YOU GUYS. PLEASE COMMENT YOUR ANSWER. I am currently debating on ending the first book here, and doing a couple changes to make this last chapter look more believable as the last chapter. OR, I could write a little bit more and make this story have a happier ending. At least, for this first book. Again, please answer, because I honestly don't know. Both choices are really acceptable in my opinion. Thanks, and byeeeeeee! Sorry for going up so late! :3
                          
~Joanna♡