22.

The wind blows softly against my skin as I take another long breath with my eyes closed this time. Orange leaves scatter the ground and they seem to also be affected by the autumn breeze.

I look around the place that used to bring me so much calm and serenity with deep sorrow.

"Why here?" I ignore the slight break in my voice. The last thing I want is for him to think he has any effect on me.

"I thought being here would make this conversation a lot easier." If there was ever the hardest place to have this conversation, it's here.

"It makes no difference to me." I lie. It makes all the difference. I'm battling with keeping it together, this place holds so many memories and I feel suffocated by them.

"How are you doing Alex?" He asks seemingly curious. His eyes hold a depth in them I haven't seen in a while. I know he's asking because of what his fans have put me through.

It's been a lot. I have no privacy, I've had to delete all my social media because of the constant bullying on