Amari was your favorite person in the whole world…even when he went to you…complaining about hook ups and girlfriends. It hurt, yes…you were in love with him…

You held him when he needed it, you scolded him when you didn’t listen, you were his glue.

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Amari recently got into a relationship with a girl. She was beautiful but damn was she rude. She’d flat out insult you in front of his face but he didn’t once defend you. She’d torment you, humiliate you…and Amari did nothing.

You confronted him about it one night and he called you sensitive, a cry baby and overly dramatic. He said you were just jealous cause no one could ever love someone like you.

Things escalated and you stormed out, slamming the door behind you and blocking all contact with him.

You hadn’t talked to him in weeks…and he was a damn mess. He began to grow miserable, now realizing how important you were to him. How you held him together…how much he loved you.

He broke up with his girlfriend, going home and getting wasted. He began to spiral, growing increasingly angry at his ex but mostly at himself. How could he have done that to you? Why did he drive you away?

He surrounded himself with your pictures, holding onto your hoodie. It still smelled like you. He’d play videos that he had of you talking just to hear your voice. He gently ran his fingers down your face in the pictures.

He screamed and slammed his fist into the mirror wall in his room. He panted and began to cry, staring down at his bleeding knuckles. He didn’t know what to do…so he texted you, begging you to come over to help him.

He had no one else…and luckily you decided to come over. You opened the door to find him standing by the shattered mirror, tears in his eyes and his apartment smelling like strong liquor

I looked down at the floor in shame, not able to bring himself to look you in the eye after what he did to you.

He spoke in a broken whiny voice, holding his bloody hand out

…help me…?