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Underneath the rumbling of the car, one could hear slightly labored breaths of a boy who rushed to leave a place he knew like the back of his hand. Drew, the boy in question, stared out the window of the vehicle as he calmed his racing heart. It wasn’t an easy choice by far, when he came to the thought of leaving. Yet everything he once stood on in his life, seemingly crashed and left him floating upon nothingness.
Recalling what had happened that day left him with an aching feeling deep within his chest. The argument between him and Jake still left him reeling hours later. He had never seen his friend so angry, let alone at Drew himself. Thinking back on it, he knew he said things he didn’t genuinely mean. He would be blind to miss that the music club was something Jake cared about, further than just his feelings for Daisy, yet perhaps he just didn’t want to believe it. Jake after all that time, had found something possibly better than Drew and the others. Yet, even with all of that running through his mind, something still rang horribly clear through his head.
“ You might wanna ask your girlfriend about who she’s really spending her busy weekends with.”
Part of him still wanted to recoil at how, after being confronted with that fact, it came clear that their relationship never was perfectly healthy. He and Zoey dated, but was it true? Was the relationship truly a relationship? He didn’t know after all of this, but what he did know is that he still needed to call Zoey. Even if he’s presented with the fact she’s most likely cheating, he still needs to properly end things before he’s completely gone.
Drew pulls out his phone, staring at the lock screen for a few brief moments. It was a picture of him and Zoey, something he had put there ages ago. He simply sighed, opening his phone and clicking onto his contacts. He went ahead and clicked on Zoey’s contact, staring for a good few minutes.
Trying to think of what to say proved to be a whole mission within itself. Does he just bluntly state he was leaving and that they’re done? Does he let her down easily? He didn’t know. But he knew he’d have to call one way or another, so it’d better be now than later.
He clicked the call button, the ringing on the phone seemingly building his dread the longer it went on. Those tense few seconds felt like minutes, yet too soon, he heard the call connect.
“Where are you?” Her voice rang soft in the phone, making his shoulders involuntarily lower from their defensive position.
Not having thought his reply through, he repeated the question back, in hopes of delaying the inevitable.
“Where are you?”
“I’m at home.” A simple reply, something that perhaps he should have thought about more. Maybe he would find some sort of underlying meaning. Yet it rang silent after that, and he realized he’d been quiet for too long.
“I’m in a cab.”
“Are you almost home?”
“I’m sorry. I know this is sudden but I'm leaving.” The call stayed silent for a few brief moments after that confession. Something that only made the dread build up more. His shoulders hiked up a few centimeters, something barely noticeable, yet everything in this car from his own movements to the sounds muffled from the outside, he was in tune with it all it seemed.
“...What?”
He sighed softly, letting his head fall back against the seat. “I’m leaving RoseMeadow. And I don’t think whatever we have together is going to work anymore.”
He could hear a soft sniffle on the other side of the call, causing his own eyes to begin to burn slightly as tears began building up behind his eyes.
“I don’t think we’re in love anymore.”
His breath hitched, the small admission made his stomach twits uncomfortably. His chest squeezing as he swallowed thickly, tears slowly beginning to make their way down his face.
“I know.”
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Jake sighed as he stared down at his phone, the brightness lowered. He brought a hand up, rubbing at his eyes. It had been only two days since he yelled at Drew, and yet during those two days, it’s been complete radio silence. He hasn’t heard from Drew, The music club still glares at him in the halls, and Zoey looks completely broken. Like someone took her and replaced her with her polar opposite. The girl has been wearing baggy hoodies and leggings, her hair messily put up, with seemingly no makeup if the tired red rimmed eyes were anything to go off of. He can only imagine that meant that Drew took his words to heart, yet he still hasn’t seen, nor heard anything from, nor about Drew. It’s starting to worry him quite a bit.
Along that thought process, he slowly looked up, his eyes narrowing some. Maybe he should visit him? Drew would probably be home, as he hasn't been at school, or seemingly talked to anyone else within these past few days.
He pulls himself off of his bed, walking down to the front door and slipping his shoes on. It was already pretty late, so if he wanted to make this trip, he’d need to go now. As he tied his shoes, he couldn’t help but stew in his thoughts. What if Drew was still mad at him? Was this a good idea?
He quickly shooed that thought away, huffing softly. He didn’t care if it would end up in a yelling match, even if he’d prefer hugs. As long as he confirms Drew is okay, then this is more than a good idea. On that note, he leaves his house, making sure to lock his door behind him, before starting to journey towards Drew’s house. He didn’t live all too far, granted Jake was speed walking.
Less than half an hour later, he arrives at Drew’s house. The lights are all off, which he didn’t expect. It made his stomach twist, anxiety stewing in his body as he quickly made his way up to the front of the house, he then noticed a note of some sort on the door. He didn't waste any time in prying it off, letting his eyes rake over the words. Two simple words that left his eyes wide, stinging with unshed tears. His hands trembled, as he stared at the two words as if they were the hardest thing to comprehend. Which in this case, perhaps they are.
“ Moved out. -Drew ”
The note floated down to the ground, his eyes unseeing as tears began to flow over, trailing down his face.
And that’s how one would find him. Standing in front of a house, on his knees over a small note, sobbing softly with a hand to his mouth. His body trembling softly, shoulders racking with sobs, his hair slightly disheveled.
Drew had left.