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I made my way to the mini work out facility set up backstage. It was what I did when I got stressed, and this relationship with John was pushing me to my limits. It's that old saying again, the one that goes 'It's not you, it's me.' yeah just like that. But how do I tell him that without sounding completely cliché?

"Hey Roxy."

I jumped a little, too preoccupied in my thoughts to notice what was going on around me.

"Hey Kelly, what's going on?"

"You doing okay? I know it's none of my business but I walked past John and he seemed a little more ticked off then usual…."

I sighed. Everyone already thought we were dating, why was it such a big deal if we didn't? Love doesn't need a label. Eventually I smiled at her.

"Really were fine, typical fights you know?"

"I understand that, stick it out though, he really likes you. I can tell."

"Thanks."

"No problem. I'm here if you need me girl."

I waved her off and hopped unto the treadmill. The machine started up and I pressed it to go faster and faster until I knew I couldn't go anymore without my legs slipping out from under me. I don't know what I was running from, my thoughts, myself, who knows? My whole life I'd been running, who was I to think that this time would be any different?

After a good 30 minutes I wiped off the sweat with my towel and went to the locker to grab my duffel bag. Inside I reached for my phone and noticed a text from John. I really did not want to do this now but I flipped it open anyways just to satisfy my curiosity.

"Tell me what I have to do, you know I'll do it for you. I'd do anything to win your heart, why won't you let me try?"

I closed my phone and started to cry. Didn't he understand this was for the best? I don't want to hurt him but it will be worse in the long run. I'm not the girl you want to date somehow he's going to have to learn this.

My phone buzzed and I looked down 'private caller'. I sniffled and cleared my throat making sure whoever it was wouldn't think I was crying.

"Roxanne?"

"Mr. Flayer?"

"Throw your phone away after this message, Meet me at Earms St. in an hour. Don't be late."

My lives were throwing me in two different directions but I knew which one I would have to choose.