Don't Ever Let Go (Chris Martin)

The mood was dark as we all got out of Chris' jeep and started walking up the pavement towards Gwyneth's house. The kids didn't want to go home and Chris didn't want to leave them. But they had a strict custody agreement- he only had the kids on weekends and holidays, and maybe the odd occasion when Gwyneth worked away. The whole situation was so hard and I really felt sorry for them. Once we got to the garden gateway, Chris stopped in his tracks and turned to face his children.

"I love you guys, be good for mummy okay?" Chris told his children, kneeling on the ground and hugged them both to his chest tightly. His voice was thick with emotion and Apple had already burst into tears on the car ride to their house.

I really felt for them. We've had such a great weekend together, full of joy and happiness and it broke my heart to see them so distressed of their Dad leaving.

"Daddy please don't go..." I heard Moses whisper in his father's ear, holding onto him tighter. Chris lift his head and I could see his eyes were shining.

"I have to son... but I'll see you next Friday ok?" He told him before kissing both of their heads and rose to his feet. I noticed the door opening and saw Gwyneth stood in the door way, watching us all carefully.

A few more words were exchanged between them when suddenly , I felt two pairs of arms wrap around my waist, clinging onto me tightly. I wrapped my arms around them gently, feeling a lump forming in my throat.

"Bye Lucy" they both uttered, their grips tightening on me slightly.

"Bye guys.... I'll see you soon yeah?" I told them, earning a small smile before they  turned and walked towards their house.

"Bye dad, bye Lucy"they turned and waved at us before scuffling into the house. We were about to turn around and walk back to the car when Gwyneth called Chris back.

"Chris! Can I have a word with you for a minute?" She asked, a slight smirk forming on her lips. 'That bitch is loving every minute of this' I thought to myself angrily. I turned my head to see him gazing at me.

"Go, I'll go wait for you in the car" I told him, giving his forearm a reassuring squeeze. He nodded, before turning and walking up the path towards his ex wife. I could see that his shoulders were tense, he was closed off and understandably uncomfortable.

I walked the rest of the way to the car and sat down in the passenger seat. It seemed like a normal, general chat but then their body language changed... Chris' back was turned towards me but could tell by Gwyneth's fuming face that they were in the middle of a full blown argument. 

A few minutes later, Gwyneth stepped inside, Chris intended to follow but she slammed the door in his face. His shoulders slumped in defeat before turning back and walked back to the car hurriedly, his gaze directed to the floor and his hands shoved in his pockets. He opened the door and jumped inside, slamming it behind him, proceeding to punch steering wheel in pure frustration.

"Fuck!!" He exclaimed, running his hands through his hair and leaned back against his chair, burying his face in them. I had never seen him like this before and it scared me... what the hell had happened?

"Chris?" I ventured, placing a hand on his arm gently. "What did she say?" He sighed and brought his hands down, turning his head to gaze at me. The look in his eyes was heartbreaking.

"Do you remember how I said the kids would come and stay with us for a couple of weeks?" He asked. I nodded, the memory from last night clear. "Well she's changed her mind. She's got another filming job in New York for 3 weeks... she's leaving next week and she's taking the kids with her. I mean they're on half term holidays then but they were supposed to come and stay with us while she was away" he said, his voice full of sorrow. I felt my jaw slacken in shock. This isn't fair on any of them, Gwyneth's just such a selfish bitch....