She shoved her clothes angrily in the suitcase, tears making their way unwelcome down her cheeks. She couldn't stay here.

He didn't love her. The words echoed in her mind and more unwelcome tears came out of her sad brown eyes. He walked slowly into the bedroom, wrapping his arms around her.

"Mitchie, don't leave me." He whispered in her ear. Her knees got weak and she tightened her grip on her skinny jeans she held in her hands. But no.

She couldn't stay. "Shane, let me leave." She hissed, elbowing him in the stomach so he'd let go and that he did. He sighed and she turned around facing him. His face was sad and she noted that he always had a face for a smile. He didn't look right with a frown.

She gulped and the tears suddenly stopped. She sighed and looked into his big brown eyes. They were swirling with regret but she couldn't stay. No, that'd be weak.

Mitchie Torres didn't do weak. So she zipped up the suitcase and shoved it under the bed. "I'll stay, Shane." It didn't feel right, lying to him. But it was best she leave int he middle of night. He smiled and hugged her, kissing her lips. She refused to kiss back.

Because kissing meant liking and liking Shane always turned to loving and loving Shane was just wrong. He sighed and got into bed, turning off the light. "Goodnight, babe." He whispered to her and she laid next to him, nodding.

"Good.." She waited until he snored so she could finish. "Bye. Goodbye, Shane." She could feel her voice tremble but she couldn't help it. She creeped out of bed and pulled out the suitcase. She sighed, pulling on a pair of jeans and a tank top. She zipped up a jacket on her and grabbed a paper and pen.

Dear You,

It's too hard to write your name. Listen, this is the end.

That last stunt, you pulled... Shane(God, why am I writing your name?), you burned through the last chance. I had a whole wordl for you. I remember you telling me that a relationship was built on strength.

Shane, I know that our relationship is the only one based on that. I could only take so much.

So I'm leaving. Maybe forever, who knows. I'm not telling you where. But maybe just the number.

In case you want to talk.

410-267-2343.

Your... nothing,

Mitchie.

A few tears dropped onto the page but she didn't care.

It would only show him how much he hurt her. She folded it neatly, kissed it and left it on her side of the bed.

She stared at him for a few minutes, watching his bare chest raise up and down. She sighed and kissed his forehead, moving his hair just a bit.

And then she left. She walked out into the cold night, watching the bare trees shake. They reminded her of herself. Alone and weak. With no one to help.

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The months moved on and she lived on her own, having a decent job, a nice house and good friends visiting her daily. She watched the bare trees she had pitied before grow into beautiful maples or oaks, their leaves shaking.

They, again, reminded her of herself. Alone but with just a little time, they could grow into beautiful things and have their strength back.

But alias, Shane was not doing so well.

He sighed and wiped his eyes, reading the numbers. He mumbled them softly as he dialed them on the phone.

"I'm sorry, this number cannot be reached. Please try again lat-" Shane slammed the phone down onto the receiver and groaned. It was like the operator was telling him soemthing.

The operator's voice returned and with it, new words. "She had a world of chances for you, she had a world of chances for you."

He sighed and sat down onto the couch, putting his face in his hands.

Finally he understood.

He burned through them all.

Whoa.

Harsh, I know.

But I was sitting at my computer, listening to World Of Chances and watching the bare trees outside shake.

And this came into my mind.

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