I'm Sorry, Sonny
Chad Dylan Cooper's POV
"Chad, I'm leaving," Sonny mumbled. I rolled my eyes and she insisted, "I really am leaving, Chad. And I'm not coming back." "Fine, then, Sonny. Go. I don't really care." I snapped. She started crying and then I watched Sonny leave in tears and ran after her. I called, "Sonny, wait. I didn't mean that. I still..." She shook her head and said, "No, Chad. It's not you. It's me. I have to go." I froze, confused. Sonny hadn't done anything wrong; I was sure of it. Then I went after her and called, "Sonny, are you okay?" She nodded and said, "I'm going home, Chad." "To your apartment, right?" I guessed. "No, Chad—to Wisconsin," she replied sadly. I whispered, "We'll make this work." She shook her head and said, "We can't. We'll have to break it off."
"Broken hearts, two last goodbyes. This is nice, but lullabies help to make this pain go away. I realize I let you down. Told that I'd be around. I'm building up the strength just to say. I'm sorry for breaking all the promises that I wasn't 'round to keep. This is on me. This song is the last time I will ever beg you to stay, but you're already on your way."
I didn't want her to go and I called, "I'll always be here, for you, Sonny. I'll wait forever if I have to."
"Filled with sorrow, filled with pain, knowing that I am to blame for leaving your heart out in the rain. And I know you want to walk away, girl, but leave me without price to pay. Before you go, I wanted to say, yeah. That I'm sorry for breaking all the promises that I wasn't 'round to keep. This is on me. This song is the last time that I will ever beg you to stay, but you're already on your way."
I called Sonny and said, "Sonny, I still love you and I always will. My heart will always be with you. I want you to come back. I need you here with me."
"I can't make it, life on my own. But if you have to go, then please go. Just leave me alone. 'Cause I don't want to see you and me, going our separate ways. I'm begging you to stay. If it isn't too late: I'm sorry for breaking all the promises that I wasn't 'round to keep. This is on me. This song is the last time I will ever beg you to stay, but you're already on your way. But you're already on your way."
She never did. That was the last time I ever saw my Sonny Munroe—I would miss her for always—and I still do, with the ache of knowing I'd come so close and I'd lost her forever.
The End