A/N: This is my first story ever:) English is not my native language so forgive me if there is any mistakes:) Please review if you want to:) I hope you enjoy reading this:)
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Not Any More
She couldn't do this anymore. She couldn't pretend that she was okay, that her heart wasn't shattered in so many pieces, she couldn't even count them if she wanted to. She needed to get away from everything. From him and that woman. Everything she did hurt, not physically but emotionally. Every time she saw him with her, a little piece of her heart shattered. Every time he smiled at her, she felt like dying.
She had always thought that when Patrick Jane was ready to move on it would be with her. Of course, she had always doubted the thought a little, but when he said the 'Love You', she was almost sure on it. What she hadn't thought about was him starting to date other women (Other women? What was she talking about? He had never been hers to begin with). She was glad when the first dates had been bad and only went as far as two dates, but then he meet her. Jennifer Smith. The picture perfect girl. Long beautiful blond hair, big boobs, thin and had an, what other people called, awesome personality.
God she hated her.
Oh and their relationship was doing just great. They had been dating for a little over 6 months and were just so in love with each other, they decided to move in together.
And the worst thing was that Jennifer was nice to every other person than her. She always accidently bumped into her, stepped on her toes and even threatened her once or twice: 'to stay as far away from her boyfriend as physically possible or she would personally beat her up'.
What did Jennifer have that she didn't?
Lisbon quickly concluded that she just wasn't Jane's type. She wasn't tall and blond, she was short and petite. She wasn't supermodel beautiful, she was just ordinary. She wasn't someone you would notice in the crowd, she kind of just blended in with the others.
How many times hadn't she cried over him? How many plates hadn't she broken in anger over seeing them together? How many sleepless nights hadn't she been through trying to get him out of her head?
This wasn't fair, not at all. Didn't she deserve happiness? Had she done something wrong to deserve this heartbreak?
She needed to live a normal life, to find a man who she loved and who loved her back, to get kids and the whole American dream. She couldn't do that here, not when she constantly saw them together, smiling and acting oh so in love. No, it had to be somewhere far away. Where no one knew her or looked at her with pity written on their faces. As if they knew how it felt to get your heart broken, and then stamped on so many times that there was nothing left of it.
So she did what she had to do. She resigned, packed her bags, left a note and drove away.
She wouldn't let him ruin her life.
