The ride home was less than thrilling.

"I can't believe he would do that!" Paul fumed, then drove over a rather deep pothole, violently shaking my side of the car. "Are you okay?!" he panicked, but he really didn't need to.

"Yes, I'm fine," I replied quietly.

The car was silent for a minute before he started up again. "I hate it when he uses my emotions against me, it's like he thinks I'm a baby! Without me, he'd still be playing bloody banjo chords!!"

I was too scared to say anything, worried I'd say something wrong.

"I just want my mate back," he whispered, pulling into the driveway.

~~~

"I'm sorry, Linda," He ran his fingers through his hair.

I laid a hand on his arm. "It seems like you've known each other for a long time,"

"Yeah," He looked down. "But since...since Brian, our manager died...We've been having fights that get worse and worse...we apologise but the bitterness is still there. He just...I don't know, he can be a real...jerk." it was clear he wanted to say something else but thought better of it.

~~~

Tomorrow was my birthday. Goodness, time was flying fast. It had been a month and a half since he found me.

He helped me to bed as usual. As he was getting up to leave, I reached for his hand. He stopped and knelt back down. "What is it, Love?"

"Thank you," I knew I'd said it hundreds of times, but I couldn't help it. "Thank you so much,"

He smiled, "It's no problem, really," He tucked some of my hair behind my ear, noticing I was starting tearing up. "No, don't cry, Love, it's alright,"

I squeezed his hand and he squeezed back. He smiled and headed to his room.

I love him. I can't love him. But I love him. I can't do this again. My mind was racing. Not everyone's the same. I love him. I know he loves me. I just want to love him!