back to you

                                    

                                          
"i'm sorry, love, i can't be there, something came up and i have to reshoot a few scenes."
"but you promised you'd-"
"it's out of my hands, i'll see you soon, and i'll make it up to you, okay? i'll talk to you later, gotta go."
You were sat in the studio with tears falling down your face, he had promised and broke his promise, as usual. He had promised he'd be there for your birthday party, and he didn't even get on the plane to New York. You looked at your guitar and sighed, taking a deep breath, before picking it up, knowing there was no point of going to the party if he wasn't going.
"I go back to you, back to you, back to you, every time."You whispered softly strumming, before you furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head, picking up your phone and pressing record as the words came rushing,
"I get tired of your no shows, you get tired of my control, they keep telling me to let go, but I don't really let go when I say so,"
"You need to let him go, Y/N, this isn't good for you, not anymore, you guys aren't working out, just let it go."
"Okay, okay, I will,"
"I keep giving people blank stares, I'm so different when you're not there, it's like something out of Shakespeare, because I'm really not here when you're not there."
"Y/N? Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?"
"Huh?"You stared blankly, unable to focus, "What?"
"I've been talking for the past ten minutes about the video and you're not even listening! Get your head straight, Y/N, what the hell is going on with you?!"
"Don't you fucking dare raise your voice at me."You spoke through gritted teeth lowly, not letting your emotions take over your actions before you stood up and left your management crew's office.
Wiping your tears, you pressed stop on the recorder and left the guitar, before you got a notification that made you look at your phone. The second you pressed the button you tilted your head, looking at your wallpaper,

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
You groaned before letting your phone fall out of your hands and stood up, going to the fridge and taking a beer bottle, you looked at the empty studio and sighed, never having felt this lonely before. You took a gulp from the bottle and put it down next to your notebook before continuing to write as your mind went to what keeps happening between the two of you.
"I've tried to fight our enegrgy, but every time I think I'm free,"
"It's over, it's done for good, I'm not coming back, I made my decision."
"Did you, really?"Your sister had asked with a shake of her head.
"Yes, I did, stop doubting me."