I told him to let go off my arm. We were doing no good sitting in this bar arguing partly wasted. It was going no where, and the singers from open mike night were making my head ring. I pulled my arm away and tried to get out the door but he grabbed it again. I looked him straight in the eyes I think he realized it to at that moment. We were never meant to work. He let my arm go and turned around. Tears started falling, but I bit my lip I couldn’t let him see me cry. Then it happened the random selection of singers falls on us. Right when I had the courage to walk out the door. I turned around and he was looking right at me. I nodded and he new what I meant. I would sing this one last time.
We walked to the stage it was the most heart wrenching moments of my life. They gave us music and microphones. It was the song Good to you by Marianas Trench. Our song. He started singing and looked me right in the eyes the way he used to. The song finished and the clapping of the audience seemed faint. The only thing I could think of was the way he was looking at me. I snapped out of it. We both new we wanted to stay together, but we turned away none the less. I walked off the stage and turned right before I walked out the door. He was gone. I left and never saw him again.
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