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I couldn't believe what I was seeing. 4 years of the greatest relationship I have ever had.

I thought she was the one, the only one perfect for me.

I threw the bottle of wine on the snow white carpet, making sure it would break. The red wine spread through the carpet, almost immitating blood.

I had almost let a tear roll down my cheek. "Brendon, it's not what it looks like!" she yelled as I walked out of the door. I rolled my eyes, tears coming from them as they were set back foward.

That's what they always say in books and movies, sometimes it's true. But I didn't care. What I saw there broke my heart.

I couldn't let her see me like this- with my eyes all red and puffy. It was a good thing Brent lived next door. I walked in without even knocking. I was glad he wasn't ******** a girl when I walked in.

"Hey Brendon!" He said, surprised. He obviously hadn't seen my face. I went to the bathroom, washed my face, and sat down on the toilet seat, my palms in the socket of my eyes, holding back more tears.

He tapped on the door. I didn't open it or let him in, but he walked in himself. His hand ran up my back. I stood up, and he hugged me tight.

"What happend?" he asked, concerned.

"I don't want to talk about it yet." I said, knowing he would understand. He nodded his head.

Yay. =D

I took her inside, stepping over the red wine stain in the carpet. She grasped tightly to my shirt. I wanted to pull her close to me and hug her like how she tightend to my shirt.

No. I told myself. We sat down on the couch, she scooted closer to me and put her hand on my leg. I pulled it off.

"Brendon, we can get through this. We love each other, don't we?"

She had a point, but how could I trust her? Then again, why would she say that if she didn't love me, and didn't want to be with me? I gulped, looking out the window across the room. It was a gloomy day, wich was why I came home early and picked up some wine on the way home.

"Brendon, do you love me?" she asked. I wanted to say yes, I wanted to ******** her right there. I looked at her, my eyes were brimming with tears.

"I don't know." I answered. That was a good enough answer, right?

"Brendon, please. I need to hear it from your voice. I can't keep reassuring myself. Tell me you love me." she said with a begging voice. She started to cry. I didn't know what to do- I hate it when girls cry.

"I-" I began. I couldn't lie to her, but I can't lie to my own self, could I?

She was sobbing by now. It was freaking me out. I could deny it to myself, but that didn't mean it was true. I loved her to death. Loved. I ran my hands up my legs as if I were cold, then remembered something.

I slipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out a box. I remembered- damnit I remember what it was.

"What's that?" she asked, still crying, and sniffing. "I- it's- it's nothing." I lied.

"Brendon, tell me!" she screeched. She started sobbing again. I lowered my head.

"Brendon, tell me you love me. Please." she asked again.

I couldn't. Why is she the one crying? I should be crying. I was the one who saw the love of my life ******** another guy.

"Tell me." she whispered, rocking herself back and forth on the couch.

I put the ring back in my pocket. She was crying softly. I ran my hand up and down her back and whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

She'd calmed down a half an hour later. She was actually asleep, in my arms. I never told her I loved her.

Great story I think I'll post my story too.

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This is an awesome story.

This would be really good except for the fact that Brent is out of the band, so you should change it to like Jon, and that if he was in a four year relationship, he would've been fifteen when it started, and that he's only nineteen: how would he get a bottle of wine? Other than that, you have something good going. Stick with it.

great story