A/N: Hello! So this is my first CrissColfer fanfic. I don't know if I'm gonna continue to write it, it depends on the feedbacks, so if you like it, please leave a review? Also, sorry I'm not sorry for the angst!

Chapter 1

*Darren's POV*

It's been a year. A year since I had my heart broken by the love of my life, Chris Colfer. When I thought everything was perfect, that we were happy, he just...left me.

*FLASHBACK ON*

Darren and Chris were cuddling after a night full of making love. The younger had his arm around Darren's waist, his head pressed against his lover's chest, while the brunette traced circles around Chris' right arm. But then his hand stopped as soon as he noticed that the body pressed against him was shaking. He looked into those gorgeous glasz eyes he loved so much and saw tears forming on them. The sight was so painful.

"Hey, honey, what happened? Why are you crying? Have I done something wrong?" Darren asked, voice filled with sadness and concern.

"I-I can't"

"What can't you, baby? Tell me."

"I can't do this anymore, Darren." The younger said, sitting on Darren's bed.

That's when he knew something was very wrong, and it was about them because it was very unusual for Chris to call him Darren in private. It was always "honey", "baby", or even "Dare", but not Darren.

"D-Do what, Chris? Cuddle?" He asked, having a feeling that it would be so good if the problem was just that.

"No, I can't do us anymore" This time he stood up and started to put his clothes on. "I'm sorry. I have to go."

Darren felt his heart sinking in his chest. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't lose Chris. His Chris.

"No, baby, why? What did I do?" He didn't even bother trying to hold back the ugly sobs that were already making their way out of his throat.

"Darren, I can't take this situation anymore. I don't to hide, I can't stand seeing you with her. Do you know what it's like for me to see you two together in public and not being able to tell the world that you're mine?"

"If that's the problem, I can come out. Right now if you want me to. I'm gonna tell everyone how much I love you, how much I can't stand her, but please, please, don't leave me!" Darren was trying to keep his voice strong, but it was hard to accomplish that since he couldn't stop crying.

"No, we both know you're not ready for this. People would put you through hell. Trust me, I know."

"I don't care about it! All I care about is you! But you don't seem to care about me or about us like you've always claimed to because if you did, you wouldn't be giving up on us so easily and out of nowhere."

"Darren, don't make this harder than it already is. We can't be together anymore. I'm sorry."

And with that, he stormed out of the door before the other man could protest, leaving him with a heartache he was sure would never stop and his legs incapable of going after Chris and beg him to stay.

It was only heard a whisper of a broken man.

"B-But I love you."

*FLASHBACK OFF*

So that's how it happened. I have nothing to say other than I miss him. I miss our kisses, our touches and spending time with him doing absolutely nothing, just holding each other. I miss the way he used to look at me, how his face would when he laughed or even smiled that beautiful smile which could light up the entire country.

But anyway, I could stay here saying what I miss about him for a year and not be over with it. The list seems infinite. All I'm gonna say is that I miss all of him. I don't know how longer I can cope.

Our break up was the biggest influence for my PR to make me appear even more with Mia, my supposedly girfriend, on events. God knows I really don't like her.

Also, there's this guy Chris started dating a few months after he broke up with me. This is what hurts the most. It physically aches to see him with someone else. To know that he's the one to hold him at night, on those same nights I'm on a cold and empty bed, holding the pillow he used to sleep with when he stayed here and pretending he's there with me. You know, sometimes it works, even if just for a few seconds.

While I want him back so desperately, I fell guilty because I know I should be happy for him. This other guys seems to treat him right, although he will never love him half as much as I do. Nobody can.

Sometimes I think that maybe we weren't meant to be. I know he's my soulmate but maybe I'm not his. Perhaps I'm not good enough for him. Despite the jealousy I feel everyday, I know he's happy with this other guy. And that's what gets me through the day.

A/N: Let me know what you thought of it! Sorry if it's short but this is just a prologue (if I do decide to continue, haha) Thanks for reading!