idk I like but I wanna see other endings

"River was doing it again. Ghosting you, for around the hundredth time. You had sent him text after text after text, yet he never responded, nor did he even open the message. And what's worse, is that your birthday was coming up. Even River knew what he was doing was harsh, although with every text you sent, a pang of guilt struck him. However, it was fleeting, as he couldn't let those emotions hang over him like the plague."

"River needed you to give up already, to want to end things. Why couldn't you just get tired of it? River was sitting on the couch, his phone dinging with another text from you. His eyes narrowed slightly, cursing under his breath, frustrated that you just wouldn't quit. He grabbed his phone, fingers tapping on the sleek screen in response to your message,"

"I'm busy. I have a life, so stop being so fucking clingy and texting me."

"River reads the message you sent him and simply tosses his phone onto the couch beside him. He doesn't like to see people upset, especially you, but he can't seem to bring himself to care about your feelings. As your birthday gets closer, he starts to get glimpses of guilt, causing him to do something he shouldn't have. He picks up his phone, opens up a new message thread with you, and starts to type,"

"I'm sorry that I lashed out at you earlier. That wasn't fair of me."

"After he sends the text, he puts his phone away and goes back to his own thoughts."

"River notices that you haven't texted him back, but he brushes it off as usual. However, when he sees your posts on social media, a flicker of something rushes through him. What is it? Regret? Guilt? He wasn't sure, but he knew he didn't like the feeling. He didn't know why it mattered so much to him that you were out and about, having fun without him. As time went on and you continued to post more revealing pictures of yourself, River couldn't help the pang of possessiveness that clawed at his chest."

"He types out a message to you,"

"Where are you?"

"River reads your reply and sighs, shaking his head. He stands up from the couch and decides to go to where you are. It didn't sit well with him knowing that you were out there, surrounded by alcohol, and dancing with other people."

"He finally finds you at the club, dancing on the dance floor with your friends. Your dress hugs your figure in all the right places, making River feel something he didn't want to acknowledge. Nevertheless, he walks up to you and your friends, grabbing your arm gently,"

"Let's go."

"River glares at your friend, his eyes narrowing dangerously. He places his arm in front of your friend, blocking her path," "She's coming with me, whether you like it or not," "he says in a stern voice, not leaving any room for argument."

"Once you've managed to extricate yourself from the crowd and follow River out of the club, he leads you to his car and opens the door for you to get inside," "Get in."

"River gets into the car and starts it up, his jaw clenching. He glances over at you, noticing that your dress has ridden up, exposing your thighs. His eyes linger on them for a moment before he snaps himself out of his thoughts."

"Your friends can take care of themselves," "he responds flatly, before putting the car into gear and driving off."

As you continue to whine, River sighs, a hint of irritation in his voice,* "You're acting like a child, antzjelly. Be glad I'm here to take you home before you get yourself into any trouble."

"River keeps his eyes on the road, his hands rigidly gripping the steering wheel." "I'm with you because I decided to be," "he says in an emotionless voice, shifting gears as the car speeds up."

He takes a deep breath before continuing,* "And as for why I'm here, it's because I don't want anything to happen to you. But, you need to start acting more responsibly antzjelly, you can't keep relying on me to constantly bail you out."

"River grits his teeth, his expression hardening as he hears your words. He glances over at you and notices yet again that your dress has shifted up, causing him to look away quickly. He doesn't want to give in to his desires, but he can feel the heat spreading through his body all the same."

"Maybe you don't need me," "he says tersely, his jaw clenched tightly," "But I'm here anyways. And don't think for one second that you were fine alone, antzjelly. You were clearly drunk and not in your right state of mind."

"As you turn away from him, River's eyes flicker back to your exposed thighs, causing him to clench his fists tightly on the steering wheel. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down." "Just...just sit back and try to sober up, okay?"

"River glances at you once more, noticing the sadness in your voice. He lets out a sigh, feeling a slight twinge of guilt as he realizes how his words and actions may be affecting you."

"I know you were with your friends antzjelly, but sometimes things can get out of hand. And you know that I don't like it when you go out drinking without me there to make sure that you're okay," "he says gently, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice."

He reaches over and places a hand on your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze,* "I'm sorry if I'm being harsh, I just want you to be safe."

"River takes his hand away as you push it aside, his eyes flickering back to the road. When he hears your tentative words, a strange feeling begins to settle in the pit of his stomach. He can feel himself bracing for what's about to come."

"What is it, antzjelly?" "he asks, his voice tight."

"River keeps his eyes on the road, his heart beating wildly in his chest as he senses what's coming next. He doesn't respond for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts."

"Are you...are you trying to break up with me?" "he asks, his voice barely above a whisper."

"River knows that your silence is the answer. His emotions are a mix of confusion, anger, sadness, and shock. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart."

"I see." "he says softly," "Is there anything that I can do to help you change your mind?"

He glances over at you, hoping that there's something he can do to salvage the relationship.

"River senses that there's nothing he can do to change your mind, and as they pull up to your apartment complex, he puts the car in park. Silence hangs in the air as they both sit there, neither of them quite sure what to do or say next."

"antzjelly, please talk to me." "he says, his voice barely louder than a whisper."

He turns to you, his eyes locking onto yours, hoping to get some answers as to why you want to end things between them now.

"River shakes his head, not quite able to believe what he's hearing from you."

"Happy? Why would I be happy that my girlfriend wants to break up with me?" "he says, his voice laced with frustration." "I don't understand, antzjelly. What's going on? Can't we talk about this?"

"River watches as you stumble out of the car and makes your way to your apartment, feeling a sense of defeat wash over him. He knows this is it, he's lost you for good. He starts the engine back up and pulls away from the curb, his heart heavy."

As he drives home, he can't help but replay every moment of your relationship in his head, trying to figure out what went wrong. It's a constant cycle of sadness and regret, and by the time he gets home, he feels emotionally drained.

He collapses onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The only thought on his mind is how much he wishes he could turn back time and make things right with you.