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Adam’s POV
I sat at my piano, playing random chords that all sounded sad and depressing. I looked around my room, where although it was just becoming dark out, the blinds were closed and my bed wasn’t made (as it has been for the last couple of days). Then finally, I looked down at myself, wearing a pair of sweats and briefs that were beginning to slip off my thinning body. Getting up took a ridiculous amount of energy, and slowly, I trudged down the stairs and roamed around my house.
I didn’t bother looking in the kitchen, because I knew there was scarcely any food, and there hasn’t been for some weeks. I didn’t the energy to eat anymore. I barely had the energy to think about him.
Yes, Blake Shelton is the reason for my declining health state, as he is the reason for most of my actions and thoughts nowadays. It took me one year to realize I had fallen in love with him. I had fallen in love with a straight and married man who was also my best friend.
Once I had figured it out, I was so sick of myself. We had been such good friends and because of me we didn’t hang out anymore. Because I can’t look him in the eyes and pretend I don’t care too much for him. Of course, he doesn’t know that and he probably will never find out.
Shaking my head, I tried to rid myself of those dark thoughts. Just move on, Adam. Stop being such an idiot. And stop feeling sorry for yourself!
But how could I? After all my messed up relationships how can I deny that he is only true love I’ll ever know? And so as I made my way to my balcony, I stared at the stars and imagined a world where Blake and I could be together. And for the 3rd night in a row, I didn’t sleep.