(Quick A/N before the drama begins, the  artwork is not what he looks like currently, its more the idea that its unfinished that really matters! I don't know who the artist is but it is absolutely beautiful so credit to whoever has done it^)

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"We need to talk."

I gulped.

Don't get ahead of yourself, Sarah...

I took in a deep breath and moved to sit down a foot or two away from him on the couch.

I did it as carefully as I could.

"Okay..." I breathed. "What's up?"

The small amount of light in the room illuminated his face enough to let me see the water steadily rising to his eyes.

His mouth was open but nothing was being said.

He finally breathed out violently and rubbed his face harshly.

His hands were shaking ever so slightly.

"Al-"

"Just-" he interrupted sharply. "Just give me a minute."

"O-Okay... That's fine... It's okay." I tried to reassure him.

He took in another big breath.

"It's..." he began, his voice low and gruff.

"It's not easy."

He was hunched over, staring at the ground.

I stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

"What I want to say. It'll never be fuckin' easy."

"What? What's not easy?" I prompted.

He looked at me, and I felt that if I were standing, I'd have fallen to the floor right then and there.

 "Fuck, fuck I can't... I don't know where to fucking begin, fuck!" he let out, pulling at his hair.

"I don't want to fucking do this."

"Alex," I reached for him.

"Don't." he said, looking at my hand, ready to move away.

"Don't do that, because I won't be able to do this if you touch me." he said.

"Do what?" I ask, ignoring the hurt from that last comment.

For the first time in a long time, I feel like I did on tour.

I feel like a stranger to him.

I could see him getting himself worked up so before he could say anything I cut in.

"Does this have to do with the meeting with the boys?" I ask.

"Yes." he replied shortly.

"Start from there. What did you guys talk about?"

He was getting visibly uncomfortable.

"What was the conclusion of the meeting?" I ask, trying to give him specific questions so that his brain could re-align itself.

"Sweetheart," I breathed out. "Please, take a few deep breaths and take your time." I told him.

"We need to break up."

I almost choked.

"W-Wh-"

"We need to break up. Sarah, we're done." he cut me off quickly.

Water immediately filled to the brim of my eyes, and I stood up.

"There's a reason, Sarah, I'm so-"

"Stop!" I said loudly.

My breathing picked up and I turned to run back upstairs.

I could only make it a few steps before I felt a tight grip on my wrist.

Before I could even think, I turned and slapped him hard in the face.

The loud, painful clap broke us both from our trances and we stared at one another with wide eyes.

As I looked up at him, I saw tears immediately pour from his eyes.

I looked down at my hands.

I was shaking.

I slid down to the floor.

Alex sat down silently on the floor next to me, back against the wall as the tears streamed down his face, his eyes unmoving and empty.

"No," I whispered.

"No, no, I'm so sorry!" I sobbed out, my tears finally slipping down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." I mumbled over and over again, moving to Alex and pulling him to me, holding his head close to my chest.

His chin was resting on my shoulder as I hugged him, but his arms didn't come around me.

My bottom lip quivered as I held the back of his head tightly.

I kissed his temple and held him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't mean that... I didn't mean to hit you." I whispered frantically.

Finally, I felt his arms come around me.

He hugged me for a few seconds.

"It's fine." his broken voice came out.

"I forgive you." he said, backing up.

I kept my hand on the side of his tender face that I had hit, caressing it gently.

"I was just shocked, Alex I'm so-"

He let out a sad laugh, the tears still cascading down his perfect skin.

"It shocked me, too." he said, taking in and letting out a shaky breath.

"I've been hit worse, before." he says.

"That's not okay, It's not okay that I hit you."

He grabbed my wrist and held my hand in his.

"Sarah," he said as he sniffed.

He finally looked into my eyes.

"I deserved it, if anything."

"No, you cant say that-"

"Sarah." he silenced me. "Just listen."

I nodded.

"I'm breaking us off because I'm not in my right mind. I'm paranoid, I'm a drunk, I'm controlling, I can't break off old ties, I... I need help. I'm going to go to sort of a... Therapy, rehab type thing. It's gonna be for just a while... Maybe a month or summat... But Sarah,"

He paused, scooting closer and holding my hand tightly as he looked at me.

"Sarah, my strong girl." he smiled sadly.

"I just need you to understand. I need help. Just because I'm doing this, because I'm breaking this off now, it doesn't mean that I don't love you and that I don't want to be with you. I don't want to break up-"

"Then don't!" I said.

He closed his eyes, moving his hand to place it on my neck as he touched his forehead to mine.

"Don't do it. Don't end this." my voice cracked.

"I've lost my mind, Sarah. I have to get better. The first thing I do when I get out will be come give you a kiss and sweep you off of your feet, I promise."

"Okay..." I said.

I wanted him to get better.

I wanted him to get better so badly.

And if that meant I couldn't call him my boyfriend for a while, so be it.

I've suffered enough at this point, and if I have to be sad without him a little more for him to get better, I'm willing to do that.

"Can we be broken up tomorrow, though?" I ask.

I want one more night.

Just one more.

"Of course... Of course." he said, kissing my forehead and beginning to get up.

He helped me up and placed his hands on my shoulders, looking down at me.

Then, he pulled me into a tight hug, kissing the top of my head as he held me tightly.

I held onto him for dear life.

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Laying in bed, I turned my head, kissing him as deeply as I could.

I felt like I was dying.

Was I over reacting?

I didn't care if I was.

Alex kissed me back, pushing my head to the pillow with the force of it.

I felt like I couldn't get close enough to him.

It's for the best, I had to remind myself.

It 's for the best.