Evan's POV
I felt like my heart is having a earthquake. My stomach growled but I didn't care. I have too much thinking to do.
A few nights ago I told my girlfriend to get out because I need to figure myself out. She understood and said "I'll just find another"
Great.
I texted delirious,
"Hey you wanna talk? :)"
Hour goes by....
"Hey, Del! Just making sure you're not still sleeping. :3"
3 hours go by....
"Delirious, I just want to talk, bro"
6 hours go by....
"Jonathan! Talk to me!"
10 hours go by....
I was drunk at this point, and it would just get a lot worse.
"Jonathan....babe, I love you. We should live in a small yellow house...with a pretty garden in the front...."
17 hours go by....
"Jonathan I swear I will beat you up next time I see you!"
A day goes by....
"I'm sorry for what I said baby...I would never...I love you"
This time I got a text back,
"Evan, I'm going back to North Carolina."
What....?