Evan peters

We were both silent, she had tears in her eyes, I tried to look strong while I looked at the glass vase that decorated the table, there were already wilted roses that I had sent her for our anniversary —I didn't want to lie to you comes out of my mouth followed by a stifled cry —Evan, don't cry, it's okay takes my hand while looking at me —Don't treat me well because I'm going to stay until you kick me out I threaten but it's more like a cry for help Are you going to believe the others? Who are they to butt into our business? I was going to continue talking but he interrupted —Learn from your mistakes, you made my life better but it's better to leave before it gets ruined… I noticed the pain in his words but I just nodded —maybe one day I won't cry for you I said before leaving through the front door, got in my car and drove away bursting into tears

Three days later Evan calls {{user}} about his stuff

(start of Evan's POV role but continues from yours)