I stand there, looking at him.

"Chris.... Chris, what are you doing?" I ask him. Tears threaten to spill, and he gives me a glance.

"I'm leaving here. I'm going home." I look at my feet.

We came back from my sister's yesterday, and everything was fine.

But today, it flipped over on itself.

"Why?" I ask, scared of the answer.

"Because. Because of things." He vaguely says. I cry.

"Just tell me what I did. Tell me I messed up!" I yell, and look at him. My tears are running down my face, and he doesn't look at me.

"I'm out." He walks out, bags and boxes in all. I fall on the floor and cry my heart out.

My father would know what to do. But....

No, he's gone, Kenzie. There's a tombstone in New York with his name on it for proof. Your sister got mad at you. Chris left you. Your mom has always been a bitch. Who do you turn to when you have nothing? My thoughts run wild, and I grab my phone.

"Alex. I need that favor. And I need it now." I sniffle.

"I'm right on it." She replies.

Thank God someone was here for me.

9 months later: Los Angeles, California

I walk down the street to where the show was being held at. I stop at the building, and go to my makeup station. A girl looks at me scared.

"A-are you Akiri?" I nod. I tie my brown/blonde hair up in a ponytail, and sit her down.

"You're going to be fine. I promise." I apply the finishing touches, and high five her.

"Thanks. I'll tell you if I make it." I nod, and she runs off. I sit down in the chair, and go through my phone.

Troy: Hey, Kraya doesn't want to admit this, but she misses you. She doesn't know I have your new number, and I try to text you during work so she doesn't chew my head off. Come home.

Scarlett<3: Honey, Chris is a mess. I don't know what happened, but I want you to come back. Tom, Chris Hemsworth, Robert, Mark... We all miss you. Avengers 2 isn't the same. They made your character disappear, but, Joss really wants you back. Love you.

Tommy!!!: Love, why are you gone? Are you even reading these? I told you I'd give you a recap of everything. And I am. But it's hard not having you here. I miss my best friend.

Robby ;D: Jr. here. I know I've said it a million times, but we need you. Now. It's not the same.

Markimoo: Kenzicat! You need to come clean. Scarlett tried to come by, but I was out. Jack, Bob, Wade, Ken, Poods, and I are worried about you. When you told me that Chris left, I saw a part of you die. Text me.

Poodiepie: ........ Why. Why must you leave?

Bob: Jack and I here. We need you come back. Please.

Wade: It's not the same.

Kennybear: Mary and I miss you. Come back.

I nearly cry at all the messages. I have a program where I can see my old phone's messages, even though I have a new number. I only let Scarlett and Troy have my number, protecting myself from hurt.

Babe<3: Kenz, please talk to me. I need you. Why'd you leave? It was my stupid fault that I walked away. I'm stupid, I know. Please. Please just come back. I..... We need you back. Everyone misses you. I still love you, I just.... I don't know. I'm sorry.

Babe<3: I met a girl today. She's not like you at all, but she hit on me. Scarlett tried to get her off, but she was persistent. Scarlett said that it probably wouldn't have happened if you were here.

Babe<3: You aren't talking to anybody. Why make them suffer if I broke your heart. It was my mistake, not theirs.

Babe<3: I'm not strong. I thought if I didn't text you, I'd find peace. I failed. I thought about you all day. In my head, you were still you. My baby. My world. And yet, I let you slip away. I told you forever and always. I still mean it.

Babe<3: Come home.... Please. I'm crying and hurting because you aren't here with me. You're probably married and having mini beautiful yous. But as long as you're here. Even if it's just as a friend. As long as you are in my life, I will live again.

Babe<3: I love you

I look at those carefully. Tears threaten to spill again, but I sniff as I hear footsteps.

"I made it!" The girl yells, and I smile.

"That's so great!" I fake, sounding believe able. She hugs me, and runs away, just as I get another client. The process continues throughout the day, and by the end, I'm mentally exhausted.

Hearing so many people tell their life stories to me, I feel uncomfortable. Because so many of them revolve around a heartbreak.

I get home and log on to my computer.

Notifications pop up, and I get onto YouTube. All eight of my friends posted something about me today.

It's my 29th birthday. And guess who is eating cake and drinking beer by themselves. Me.

Happy fricking birthday to me.

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AN:

Don't shoot!

There is a reason I did this. And you'll see why later.

Thank you for reading my story.