Johns POV

I never thought I'd be here right now, over my best friends dead body. Over someone I cared about for 5 years.

I feel myself about to cry as I walk away from my friends life less body. And so I do, I let all the tears poor out some not even about Connor but just my life.

I head back home and just lay in bed. I think of everything I did wrong in life. I just think, before I know it it's already 5:30 so I decided to get my Lazy ass up and make dinner.

God I miss Connor so fucking much. And Alex, I should apologize to him for being so hostile.

Angelica's POV
I was walking around New York to clear my mind. While I was walking I wasn't looking we're I was going and bumped into someone.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry sir-"
"John?"
He looks so depressed, so different, so empty. I help him up and asked if he wanted to walk with me, and he said yes.
"Are you ok?" I ask.

"Not my best days but I'm fine." He added a fake smile at the end of his sentence thinking it'll help me believe him when he said it.

"John I don't believe you for a second."

"Can we go back to your place and talk? Please."

"Yeah sure." I answer with a genuine smile

One we got to my place we sit down and talk.
"Ok John now tell me what's wrong."
He murmured something that I couldn't hear.
"What's was that?"
"My friend Connor committed suicide. Ok?"

"Oh my God. John I'm so sorry are you ok?"

He looks at me like I asked the most stupidest question.

"What the fuck do you think?" He gets up and walks out.

I just wanted to help. I'm always helping people and now it just hit me. I need help to, I want to be helped by too.

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A/N: Can I just say something. This is cheesy as fuck and should not be a chapter like what the hell. Or maybe it's the fact that I don't like emotions? idk😐