A/N: I don't own anything. This is an idea I came up with one day and here it is

"This is over," she whispered quietly. All I could hear was her voice breaking while she spoke so low.

"What," I answered back. We had been together for about three months now and I had never detected anything to believe she'd want this be over. All she could do was shake her head and sniffle. "Marlena, what are you trying to say? 'It's over?' Why is it over?"

"Jacob, please," she barely got out. "You know why this has to be over. I have a life, a husband. A husband, Jacob. I'm married. You had to know this couldn't last forever."

"But you said -"

"Forget everything I said. All of it. We need to stop this."

"No," I was determined to get a straight answer out of her. We loved each other. I told her. She told me. Wondering what would change her mind would drive me crazy so I needed to know now. "Why? I don't get it. We were happy. He doesn't know about us. It makes - "

"Perfect sense," she finished my sentence a bit differently. "Goodbye, Jacob." And with that she walked towards me. After kissing me on the cheek one last time, she turned to leave. Of course after sniffling one more time.

That was three months ago. Now I was traveling back to New Orleans, the first place I went to after I found out my parents had died. I had only been there for a couple of days but something about that place stuck in my mind. I was at Cornell University taking my final exams when the Dean came in. He told me there was a terrible accident and my parents were gone.

I had never lived a day without calling them, without getting advice from my mom. But somehow, someway I was going to. I had to.

After days of traveling, jumping on trains and buses, I reached New Orleans. I don't know exactly what I was looking for there. I had no family there but it seemed like a nice place to start over. I don't even know how it happened exactly but I ended up walking in this strip club. It wasn't even my style to go into a place like that.

That's where I met the most beautiful girl I ever met.

She had long brown hair and green eyes. She smiled and the room lit up. It was like an electric pull when I first saw her. She was a stripper there. I felt protective of her and wanted to cover her up or something but she didn't seem to mind the attention and the extra eyes on her.

It all happened fast. She told me what time she got off and we met up later. Nothing happened. We just talked but I know she wanted more. I think my purpose of finally returning here is to return to her. Even after being in a sort-of relationship all those months after I left didn't change it.

Marlena had nothing on her.

It's not a negative thing. Marlena was a thousand times beautiful, but somehow she didn't compare. And I thought I was never gonna see her ever again so a relationship and falling in love didn't seem like a bad idea.

So now I'm walking a familiar street and looking at familiar houses, waiting for the right one. Suddenly, I see the door I saw that one night and walk up the front steps. Taking a big, deep breath and knocked a couple of times on the door.

It slowly opened, and there she was.

"Jacob?"

"Hi, Mallory."

A/N: Sooo? What do you think? Let me know. I know it seems kinda slow but I have BIG ideas for this and it will pick up a little more.