Author's Note: Hey Fuzzy Buddy's I got something new for you which I hope you'll love as much as my other stories. As usual I kept it semi-personal/fiction-ish, and you know lately while I was visiting a little old town know as Fort Myers (more like Fort Misery) I started to become a bit depressed from alot of old memories and I decided to sort of write one of them out, and I think some of you can really relate to this when it comes to relationships. Like how sometimes you say forever, but you know it's only easier said than done… This is for the one that got away.

Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats…

Prologue

(Bree's P.O.V.)

"Bree? What happened?" I don't turn around but I know who it is, as I look at myself in the mirror. I'm not going to reply though. I haven't said anything. Not since… since…

"Bree, please talk to me." The voice pleaded with me, but he doesn't understand. 'I want to talk to him, I do. I just can't...' I think to myself.

"Bree come on, please! It's been over a week now, if you don't talk to someone soon I'll have to call off the wedding, and maybe even call a therapist or something for you to talk!" 'Even if that happens I still won't talk, I can't…' I answer in my head again. "Come on, please, just tell me what happened. What is it that's been bothering you for over a week now?!" 'But… I'm still in shock… Even after all this time the pain is suddenly still as fresh as when he… when he…'

"Please Bree, Chase is more worried than everyone else. He almost called everything off when he found out that you were acting depressed all of a sudden, and he even thought it was because of him! That's why nobody's told him yet about you not talking to anyone since the bridal shower. So please just say something, anything! Just so that I know that you're alright." The voice continues pleading, trying to get me to talk.

But all I can think about now is that name. It sends more pain though my heart and I have to clutch my chest in an attempt to stop it. But it doesn't stop. It only intensifies. 'Chase deserves so much better…'

Soon it gets to be too much and I let out a sob as the tears I have been holding back for over a week begin to fall again. Slowly at first, but soon it's all too much. Holding back the inevitable, the pain, the silence, the hunger I know I should be feeling but don't. The thirst, that only intensifies now that the tears have begun to fall.

I feel arms wrap around me and I relax myself into the warm cocoon holding me letting the sobs rack my body, as I finally let it go. "It hurts so, so... so… mu-much Adam." I cry out into his chest while he makes comforting shushing sounds and rubs my back in slow circles. "It's okay, just let it all out, you can tell me what happened… if you want, but only when you're ready okay?" Adam asks cautiously. I nod, still crying uncontrollably.

After about five or ten minutes of solid crying and I've finally calmed down enough to say full sentences without breaking down, again. "Adam, I'll… I'll tell you."