A/N: I am so excited to be writing this story! I already have eight chapters written! I plan on updating once a week and I really hope you guys enjoy this story. Unlike my other stories, this will move very slow, so please be patient with me. This first chapter might not spark your interest, but I'm begging you to hang in there and trust me! Anyways, please read and review and I will see you guys next Friday!

She's watching the taxi driver, he pulls away.

She's been locked up inside her apartment a hundred days.

-Chris Daughtry

I sat in the quiet café reminiscing about him. He would normally have his arm rested on mine, telling me about his day, asking about mine. It had been a year and I still felt his presence. I did everything I could to start over. I even moved to a different city. But it didn't matter. I was always thinking about him. What he would be doing. What he would be saying.

"Would you like some more?" The waitress asked.

I looked down at my empty cup of coffee. "Um. No, I should get going." I stood up, reaching in my purse, I dropped a ten on the table and left.

My phone buzzed as I stepped outside. I sighed as I answered it. "Hi Hanna."

"Hey Spencer," Hanna sounded chipper. "Do you want to come over tonight? We can watch movies or we could go out an-"

"I can't," I looked both ways before crossing the street.

"Why not?" She sounded disappointed.

"I-uh," I raked my brain for a good excuse. "I have plans with Aria."

"No you don't," Hanna caught me. "She's at my house right now."

I didn't know what to say. It wasn't the first time Hanna has caught me in a lie in the past few months.

"Spence, you need to do something," Hanna finally said.

"I'm tired. I don't really feel up to anything tonight, sorry Han."

"That's ok, you can just come over and sleep then," Hanna suggested.

I sighed, "Fine." If I get it over with, I can ignore her for another three weeks before she forces me to her house again. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Perfect!" Hanna sounded beyond excited. "See you then."

I just rolled my eyes, slipping my phone back into my purse.

"Whoa!" I heard a male voice, as our bodies collided.

"I'm sorry!" I apologized after I spilled his coffee all the way down his shirt.

"It's fine, my bad," he shrugged.

I picked up his coffee cup, and handed it back to him. He was tall, blue eyes, very handsome. I tried giving him an apologetic smile before escaping behind him. I walked back to my apartment, all the way on the top floor. I packed a bag quick for Hanna's and then left again.

"Spence," Hanna broke my trance. "Did you hear me?"

I slowly peeled my eyes from my hands and looked at her. "No I didn't. I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"What do you want to watch?" She asked.

"It doesn't matter, nothing scary," I suggested.

"You pick," she handed me her binder filled with DVD's.

I flipped through the book, nothing sparking my interest. "Here," I handed her one.

She gave me a look like I was crazy, "You know this is sad right?"

"Yep," I looked at her.

"Are you sure? I mean do you-"

"I'm sure," I nodded.

"Ok," she hesitantly got up, putting the movie in. "Do you want some popcorn?"

"I'm not hungry," I shook my head.

"Spencer," she tilted her head. "If you get any skinnier, you will be non-existent."

"I eat Hanna," I glared at her. "I'm just not hungry right now."

"When's the last time you ate?" She challenged me.

"I had a sandwich before I came over here," I lied.

Hanna sighed, plopping down next to me. Truthfully, I couldn't tell you the last time I had a real meal. I lived on coffee and whatever I could find in my empty cupboards. I think I had a handful of almonds at some point today.

I glanced over at Hanna half way through the movie. She had tears streaming down her face. A year ago I would probably be joining her, but I knew what real pain felt like. Not even the saddest movie could be a sliver of the pain that I feel everyday.

When the credits rolled Hanna looked at me, wiping her tears away. "How are you not crying?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that.

"I'm sorry," Hanna shook her head. "That was a stupid question."

"It's fine," I waved it off. "I'm tired," I pulled out my pajama's and went into the bathroom. I changed slowly, feeling like I was in slow motion. I could feel my medication wearing off. I walked back to my bag, taking out three pill bottles and taking one of each.

"What's that?" Hanna asked curious.

"Helps me sleep," I went to grab water.

"All three of them?" She asked.

"Yes," I threw the pills in my mouth and chugged the water. "Give it twenty minutes and I'll be out."

"Spencer," Hanna hesitated.

"What?" I asked laying down on the couch.

"I miss you," she looked at me with concern.

"What do you mean? I'm right here. We talk everyday," I reminded her.

"I know," she nodded. "I miss you," she looked at me like I should be reading her mind. "I miss your sarcasm and your witty banter."

For a moment I wanted to cry. I wanted to comfort Hanna and tell her I was going to return to normal soon. But I couldn't. All I could say was, "I know Hanna."

I had been meaning to go back to school. Go further into my education than just four years, but I didn't have the drive I used to. I finally did get a job though. I am now an assistant for the CEO of a huge manufacturing company. I am one of many assistants. But to be fair, he probably needs more than one.

I was grabbing him coffee in the break room making sure not to forget to had two sugars. "I don't know how people ruin coffee by adding unnecessary ingredients," I said allowed to myself.

"You better be careful with that," I heard someone behind me.

I turned around quickly, "Why?" It didn't take me long to realize why.

"You have a tendency to ruin nice clean white shirts with that," he smiled.

"Right," my lip twitched. "I'm really sorry about that."

He laughed lightly, grabbing the cup from me.

I looked at him confused.

"I'm Toby Cavanaugh," he stuck his hand out for a handshake.

"Like the Toby Cavanaugh?" I squeaked. "The CEO and founder of this?" I pointed at the floor.

"That's me," he smiled.

"Hi," I shook his hand finally. "Sorry I was just getting your coffee, someone upstairs told me to bring it to you immediately. I would've gotten it to you sooner but, no one showed me where the break room was."

"It's fine Spencer," he stopped me.

"Ho-how do you know my name?" I stammered.

"Unlike most CEO's, I like to get to know all my staff. Plus you and I will be working together a lot so-"

"We will?" I blurted out.

He looked at me confused. "You are my assistant, you know that right? Didn't you know what you were applying for?"

"I did," I nodded. "When I was hired I was under the impression that you had a million assistants, and I was just one of those million."

"Not exactly," he shook his head. "Follow me."

I followed him out into the hallway and into the elevator.

"You had a very impressive resume," he looked at me.

"Not really," I blushed.

"Graduated from Stanford, first in your class. How is that not impressive?" He asked.

"Just because someone's smart doesn't mean anything," I shook my head.

"How so?" he questioned.

"Look where I'm at," I looked at him. "Not that I'm not grateful for this job, because I am. I guess I just pictured my life turning out differently."

"You know, you are pushing your luck. First you spill coffee on me, then you challenge me." He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. And I'm sorry about the coffee too. I was in a rush and I-"

"I'm kidding Spencer," he smiled. The elevator opened and he led me down another hall. "You keep me on my toes, I like that. I need someone to challenge me. What kind of business would I run if I didn't have someone questioning my every move? If you just sit there, nod and look pretty, this business will fall to ashes." He opened up the door to an enormous office. "This is yours, feel free to decorate it how you want."

"This is nice," I walked inside.

"My office is the next one on the right, so if you need to find me I'll be right there," he smiled before turning around.

"What do I do now?" I asked.

"There is a stack of papers on your desk," he pointed at the desk. "I need those filed in order by date."

"Ok," I nodded.

I walked over to my new desk, sitting down in the big comfortable chair.

"Oh Spencer," he poked his head back into my office.

"Yeah?" I looked up at him.

"You may have pictured your life turning out differently," he looked around my office."But I think you'll find that you can still find happiness in other places."

"And why do you think that?" My eyebrows crinkled in wonder.

He shrugged, turning around, he said, "I just know."

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