AN: Usual disclaimer - I don't own these characters, no infrigment is implied, yada yada yada. This story is an idea I got from the wonderful Ms. McEntire herself. R&R

Brock carried the final box out to the car and shut the trunk. He walked back to the house to say good-bye to Reba one final time. "Well that's everything."

"Uh-huh," Reba nodded her head and wrapped her arms a little tighter around her body. It wasn't particularly cold outside but the coldness of the situation had Reba wishing for warmth.

"So I guess this is good-bye then."

"I guess so."

Brock walked up to Reba and wrapped his arms around her. They hugged for what seemed like forever. When they parted Brock whispered a final "I love you" to Reba then got in his car and drove away. Reba watched as his taillights faded into the clear night.

Reba walked back inside and shut the door behind her. It was late and Reba knew she should head to bed but she couldn't imagine spending the night alone. So she gathered a few blankets and pillows and prepared a bed on the couch. Reba said her prayers and tried to fall asleep. It was then that the reality of the situation truly hit her. Brock was leaving her. She cried to herself as the darkness swallowed her up.

The sun piercing through the windows the next morning woke Reba up. How she just wanted to stay in the dark for the rest of her life. But Reba knew that she had to get up. It was Monday and she had a substitute job today. Reba walked into the kitchen and prepared a small breakfast before she left the house. In the car she was flipping though radio stations when she landed on "their song". It hurt to listen to it but it also made Reba feel a little better.

At school she grabbed a cup of coffee from the teacher's room before she headed to class. Even though she slept last night, Reba couldn't keep her thoughts straight. After work her phone started ringing. A quick glance at the screen displays "'Brock 3". 'I've got to change that," Reba thought to herself as she answered the phone. "Hello," Reba said half-heartedly.

"Hey how are you doing?"

"How am I doing?" Reba laughed. "Brock I spend last night crying over you. Then I had to get up this morning and continue with my life like nothing happened."

"Oh, I'm so sorry Reba."

Reba sighed. "It's not your fault. I guess the world didn't stop for my broken heart."