I'm With You
by Roaming Tigress

I'm standing on the bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound

Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?

It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I . . . I'm with you
I'm with you

-Avril Lavigne

Carlos sat on the porch of his temporary residence, blankly staring out into space, tuned out to the sound of high heels clicking as Gabrielle came up the steps as the rain steadily came down. He figured it was all just part of the daydream he was having, even as he felt her arm slip around behind his shoulder.

It couldn't possibly be Gabrielle. She had that charming Bill Pearce, why on earth would she be here for? Carlos had to admit he was envious of the man, insanely envious. He's Carlos after all; he wouldn't be if he hadn't felt the fire of passionate jealousy rise up from deep within whenever he had seen him jog alongside her, bringing her the same happiness that he himself had once given her. It didn't need to be said that the love he has always had for her had certainly not died with the finalization of the divorce.

"Carlos?" She asked with concern, lightly rubbing him on his shoulder.

Nothing had seemed real. It hadn't for a while, truth be told. Ever since the judge declared that he and Gabrielle were no longer a married couple, Carlos had felt like he had lost an arm. He had gone on his dates; being a man as handsome as he is, it wasn't difficult. Yet, every night, it was the same. This woman, that woman, wasn't for him. More than that, though, there was always a missing element, a distinct void. Whenever questioned about how he was handling being a single man, he would brush it off and say that all was well, when nothing could be further from the truth. He slowly derailed from his train of thought to wrap his blue-striped shirt around her as the rain came down harder. She was soaked right to the skin in her Dolce and Gabbanna. "Gabby, what are you doing out in this weather?"

"I-I'll tell you inside . . . " Her eyes were wide fear as she looked up at him, an emotion she seldom lets anyone see.

Without another question, Carlos took her by her hand, and lead her inside.