Twenty One
Bradley's P.O.V I officially lost her. I lost Tessa. I know I deserved it. It was all my fault anyway. I was lying on my bed as I stared up at the ceiling. I didn't feel like getting out of bed as I felt tired and drained. “Bradley? Are you still alive?” I heard knocking. “You i***t. You can’t just say things like that,” I heard. “Still alive,” I mumbled as I sat up. “I hope you’re changed. We’re coming in,” I heard. I sat up as I saw Jasper and Asher walk into my room. They were in causal clothing, assuming that they didn't go to work either today. "Hey guys," I greeted. "Hey man. How are you feeling?" Jasper asked. "Awful. Tessa asked for a separation," I tell him. "We heard. It's all over the tabloids." "How?" "A source. The paparazzi have been harassing Tessa since the
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