Ashlee Donovan caught Andre by his sleeve, she was huffing and puffing like she had just finished running a race. “Oh Andre!” she gasped trying to catch her breath. “I'm so glad I found you!” she smiled, her sapphire blue eyes sparkled. They were her trademark, her deep blue eyes were the idea behind her fathers company logo.
“I know you don't want to talk to me, since after everything that happened with Starling.” he flinched at the sound of her name. “But she needs you right now.” Ashlee begged.
Andre scowled, wrenching his arm out of her grasp. “Have her best friend Alex help her out.” he growled walking away.
Alex was Andre's older brother, he had sided with Starling, which was a complete shock to everyone. Alex had been by Starling's side since the awful break up, but he had to go back to college, and ever since he left things with Starling got a whole lot worse.
“Andre Adam Bennington!” Ashlee scolded, wagging her finger at him. “You know that Alex is gone, she only listened to him. I can't help her, I can't stop her, she's drowning Andre!” Ashlee shouted.
Andre stopped in mid-stride, his muscles tensed up. 'Drowning?' he wandered at the thought. 'Hm. . .she's drowning while I'm sinking.'
“Please, Andre.” Ashlee begged her bottom lip jutting out as tears weld up in her sapphire eyes.
She loved both of them, and hated picking sides, but Starling needed her more then Andre would ever need her.
Andre spun around to face Ashlee his dark brown eyes were clouded over with rage. “Drowning, drowning!” he barked coming face to face with the young woman. “If she's drowning, then I'm dead, I'm at the bottom of the Mariana Trench decaying as we speak.” Andre shouted. “And why does helping her, mean more then anything else?”
Ashlee folded her arms. “You mean more then helping you?” she asked. He looked away, telling her that she was right. “Because she is the only one that can help you.” Ashlee emphasized the last word.
Andre gave her a look as if she might have been right, but he would never admit it, he didn't need anyone to fix him. Not even her.
Ashlee gently touched his arm, he didn't pull away. “You do need Starling, Andre. She helped you through your last break up, and she can help you through this one. Even though this one was her fault.”
“So your saying that it was her fault?” he asked, his interest in the conversation picked up.
Ashlee frowned, “No! It was both of your fault's that this happened. Yours because you paid to much attention to your work and not Starling, and it was her fault for going to Freddie and not talking it out with you.” Ashlee corrected.
Andre ignored her and was about to walk away. “So are you going to go and save her?” Ashlee asked before he could get away.
He turned his back once again and began walking away. “She doesn't need me to save her. Starling has never needed anyone to save her especially me.”
“Your wrong Andre.” Ashlee called after him. “She needs you, just as much as you need her.”
He kept walking, trying to ignore all of the words around him. But it was hard when he knew what everyone was talking about, they were talking about his ex-girlfriend.
Wondering what had caused the love-birds to break up so suddenly and so harshly.
What went wrong? Everyone had asked, whose fault was it? Will they ever get back together?
Pink ribbons for Starling, blue ribbons for Andre, pick a side, pick a side!
Why don't people let dead dogs lye.
'What could be so wrong with her, that she needs everyone's help including mine?' he asked himself, walking around outside. Tuning out the whispers and pink and blue ribbons on everyone's shirts.
'Why does she get all the attention and I get shit, even my own god damn brother is on her flipping side! What is wrong with the world today, hell probably Donald Trump is on her side, but who is on my side? No one! That's who! What could she be doing to get that much attention from everyone else? What is she doing jumping from buildings.
God forbid! Maybe I should go and check on her, secretly, just to make sure she's alright and not jumping from buildings because of the way I yelled at her.' he stopped in mid-stride and all but turned around and ran back to her apartment, when he got a hold of his senses and smacked himself on the forehead.
'What are you thinking, dumb ass! Going back would mean that you forgive her, and you don't forgive her, hell no you don't! Did you forgive Keyli the week after you two broke up? Hell no, and your not going to do it with Starling, it doesn't make sense, I mean sure, I did have a more mental, emotional, and physical connection to Starling, and I loved her a lot more then I have ever loved someone in my entire life, but that doesn't mean shit now, she ruined all that I had for her because she had to go off and and play footsies with that damn bastard Swift! Damn him and his pants for ever going near my girl, ex-girl remember that! Ex-girl, no more Starling, just like that quit her cold turkey.
I can do it, she was just a drug, nothing more, it was nothing, her and I just had fun.' he found an isolated area and sat down on the grass running his hands through his thick hair, his head buried in his hands, and him with nothing to throw. 'I can do this, I will make her wish she was never born, she will hate me just like I hate her now, she'll know what she did and try to ask my forgiveness and I'll just laugh and say
"Stupid bitch, should have thought about that when you were screwing around with Swift."
Yea, that simple, that easy. Hurt her like she hurt me.'
Andre looked towards the setting sun, his arms wrapped around his knees, fighting back the tears that threatened to come. He had held them back for so long now, it was hard to hold them back any longer, he wasn't strong enough, never was.
“Dammit Starling why!” he whispered, wiping at a tear with the back of his hand. “This is so much worse then Keyli, this must be how it feels to really cry, stupid bitch.” he murmured sitting in silence for the remainder of the sunset.

