This is quite short. I do promise to post about 2 new chapter tomorrow since I'm off from work the whole week! Yay!
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The day after Matthew Morrison's performance, Chord caught himself sitting on his hotel bed in NYC. His thoughts wandering and revolving around Dianna. He knew that it was impossible for him to spend more time with her seeing that she's in a relationship with Sebastian, but, he also knew that he had to try. As he continued to let his mind linger on all of the possibilities, his phone rang. He immediately walked over to the side table beside his bed, picked up his phone and answered it without reading the name that displayed on the screen - his thoughts and focus somewhere else.
"Di?" Chord calls out mindlessly.
"No… it's Emma. Were you expecting her call?"
"Why are you calling me?"
"Listen… I want to apologize… for what I did. I'm so sorry. I got jealous. I don't even remember why I did it in the first place."
For the very first time in his relationship with Emma, he would have never thought that she would apologize to him. He was caught off guard. Though he had made up his mind about his feelings towards her and his feelings towards Dianna, he still had a soft spot for people who ask for his forgiveness. He could never build up enough courage to reject or disregard them.
"A-are you still there?" Emma asks him nervously, patiently awaiting his reply. Chord lets out a deep and stressed sigh. "You know… I've given you so many chances before and, every single time I did, you always go back to making me feel like a… like a servant. What am I to you anyway? Did you ever think of me as your boyfriend? Or am I just some prize to you?" Chord asks Emma with a hint of anger in his voice. "Where is this coming from? This isn't you," she tells him. "This is me. The sad thing is, you only noticed it now," replies Chord.
He could hear Emma sobbing on the other line but, surprisingly, he didn't feel the need to console her. "I can't be with you anymore, Emma," he tells her, "I wouldn't be honest with myself if I kept this up. I'm not happy with the direction we're going as a couple. We can't always live like every day is a war zone of some kind."
Before she could reply, Chord ended his conversation with Emma over the phone. It was enough. He didn't want to hear her explanations anymore. He wanted to be free from her grasp on him and, finally, he was. A smile escaped his lips and knew that the pages were finally turning - it was heading to something beautiful.
Later on that afternoon, Chord made his way to the airport to head back to LA. Though he wasn't ready to face Emma, he knew that he had to go back to record more songs for his album in order to release it before the end of this year. Just then, his cellphone rang for the second time that day. Nervously, he fished his phone out of his pocket and, this time, cautiously looked at the display on the screen.
His face froze on the name that appeared before him. Should he or shouldn't he answer the call?
