Katy's POV
It's November now. It's a Saturday. I decided to get Anthony a coffee and take it to him. He now lives alone in his own apartment. I knocked on his door and waited on him to answer. He opened the door.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" He asked me.
"I brought you coffee," I said.
"Oh," he said. He let me in. I gave him the coffee. "I'll make us breakfast." I sat on his couch and looked back and I could see into his bedroom. I saw a guitar.
"Is that a guitar?" I got up and started walking towards his room.
"Yeah," he said. He went into the room with me.
"My grandma May used to play guitar and sing," I said. "She was going to be a bigshot, but she gave it up because she got scared of not succeeding."
I looked around and my eyes landed near his bed. I saw a pair of girl's underwear next to it. I looked at him.
"How could you?" I asked him.
"What do you mean?"
"Girl's underwear, Anthony," I said. I started walking out of the room. His hand caught me.
"What did you expect?" He said. "You won't put out."
"That's no excuse," I said. I started walking out of the room again, and he pulled me back.
"Don't leave," he said.
"We're over," I said.
"No, please, Katy," he said. "I need you."
"I'm not going to stay with someone who cheats on me."
"If you leave me, I'll kill myself," he said.
"What?"
"I mean it," he said. "If you leave, I won't have a purpose. There wouldn't be a point of me staying here."
"You're bluffin'," I said.
He picked up a knife and put it to his throat. I rushed to him and grabbed the knife.
"I'll stay, please don't kill yourself," I said.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too."