Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story that is recognizable. The song, "Wish You Were Here" is by Pink Floyd.

Authors Note: I decided to do a Story, because I hadn't done one in a while. Its not the best, but I was bored and decided to write something. Hope you guys like it.

He walked into his 2 bedroom apartment. One that had once been so full of love and happiness, now reminded him of everything he's lost. It's been a little over a week since she left and she took everything, including his heart, with her. It didn't matter where he went, everything reminded him of her. Her smell was still on the pillow, her laughter was still in the air, her smile still lit up his world.

Eight days ago, Harry Smith's world was turned upside down. He came home from his tour just like any other time, but something was different this time. Something, was undoubtedly wrong. He searched his whole apartment, with no sign of the woman he loved. That is until he found the letter. The letter that will haunt his memory forever. He can still remember that letter, and he always will.

Harry,

I know you won't be getting this for a few days, but I can't say this to your face.

I need to get away. I will always love for you, but I feel like I care more for you as a friend than a lover.

I'm sorry Harry, I know your going to be upset, and your going to want to leave.

But please, you'll find someone else. Someone who actually deserves a man like you.

I hope you understand Harry. You will always be in my heart, no matter what.

-Alexis.

Since he found that letter. Hes never been the same. Every time he comes home he picks up his guitar, and plays the one song that describes how he feels. Hes usually not a musical person, but right now, his melancholy sounding guitar, sounds the same as his heart feels. Without another thought, he throws down his bags, and picks up his guitar, sinking into the floor where he once stood. As his emotions overcome him, he expresses how he feels as only one song can. As he began to play, he started to sing along with the song.

"So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,

blue skies from pain.

Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?

A smile from a Veil?

Do you think can tell?

And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,

Running over the same old ground.

What have you found? The same old fears.

Wish you were here."

As he managed to mumble out the last four words, his eyes filled with tears, and he let them fall not caring who would see. He saw his tears splashing off his guitar, and smiled for the first time in a long time knowing that she was the reason for the tear drops on his guitar.

He heard his ring tone sounding through his house, breaking the silence. Looking to see who it was, he felt his heart break all over again. He decided it was best to answer so he could move on.

"Hello?" He asked into the phone

"Harry," She started, "Im sorry."

He couldn't help but laugh the woman that broke his heart was saying sorry. He knew she wasn't being truthful.

"Yeah me too." He began, "I'm sorry that I trusted you enough to give you my heart, I'm sorry that I'm not the man you need. Most of all, I'm sorry that I Wish You Were Here."

After the last statement, his voice cracked and he hung up, turning off his phone for the rest of the day.