Bailey's POV

Today, I had a lot on my mind. Usually, I had a lot of things on my mind, but today there was an extra burden. If I was being honest with myself, I knew why. You see, before Cody and I had…broken up (the word was still painful for me to think about)… we had bought advance tickets for the Lover's Chocolate Factory tour so that we could have the experience while the S.S. Tipton was docked in Belgium. But that was before. This was now.

Anyway, even though Cody and I were over, I had still wanted to see the Chocolate Factory, so I had suggested to Cody that we still go, but as friends. He had reluctantly agreed. After we got there, we met the chocolate-crazed tour guide, Sebastian, who made us do many activities, since everyone else there was a couple. Well, everyone except me, Cody, and Woody.

But anyways, one of our activities was to write (in icing) on a chocolate heart, telling the other person how we felt about them. Since Cody and I were no longer a couple, I had made my heart for my dad. What I didn't know was that Woody saw my heart, and since he didn't know it was for my dad, so he told Cody what I had written. Cody had originally written "Glad we're friends" but when Woody told him that I had written "I love and Miss you with all my heart", Cody thought that I still loved him.

But the thing that was bugging me today was what Cody had written on a new heart he had gotten after he threw away the "friends" one. He had written "I never stopped loving you, Bailey-bunny". After that we sang a song with Sean Kingston and some other things, but Cody had never told me if he had meant what he'd written on his heart. After mulling it over, and having a dream last night where Cody and I were married and had kids, I had come to the decision to confront Cody about it.

So right now I'm on my way to Cody's cabin, where hopefully we can talk things out without strangling each other. I don't really know what I would do if Cody did mean what he had written on that heart. I know that I still loved Cody. I loved him with every inch of my being. I would do anything for him, even if it meant eating broken glass, or swimming to the depths of the ocean. But after the painful breakup we had in Paris, I don't know that I could bear it if I got back together with him, just to have my heart broken. The only reason we broke up was because of a silly misunderstanding. I've regretted my decision since the moments the words escaped my lips. I can still remember it…

"If you don't appreciate what I'm trying to do here, then maybe we should just break up!" Cody screamed the words with anger and hurt. I could read his face easily. He was like an open book. And this time, the book wasn't good. He was in pain, and I knew it. But I knew that his pride made him say those words.

"Is that what you want?" I screamed. I couldn't believe this was happening. Cody and I never fought! And I was our anniversary! I let a few tears fall down my cheeks. Cody didn't answer me. He just stared into my eyes, anger and sadness lost in the blue whirlpool that was his eyes. I took his silence as an answer.

"Fine. Then it's over." I could barely make myself say the words, and as soon as they escaped my lips, I wanted to take them back. But I knew I couldn't. I was too proud for that. I ran off of the Eiffel Tower, trying to escape the metal structure that had once meant so much to me. I had always wanted to see it, and bask in its glory and history. But now I just wanted to get away from it and never, ever come back. I took the stairs instead of the elevator, tears streaming down my face as I ran. I ran as far away from the Eiffel Tower, Cody, and the pain from our breakup as I could, but I knew I could never run far enough.

I jolted myself back to the present, trying to escape the bad memories that I knew would always haunt me. I found myself standing outside of Cody's cabin, which surprised me because I don't remember walking during my flashback. I held up my hand to knock, but something stopped me. Did I really want to know if Cody meant what he wrote? I he said no, I wasn't sure I could live through the pain. But I decided that it would be better to know that he didn't love me so that I could move on with my life. I knocked on the door softly. No one answered. I knocked again. Still, no answer. Slowly, I creaked open the door to the cabin Cody shared with Woody. Woody's bed was empty, but the one on the right, Cody's bed, had Cody himself in it. He looked so peaceful while he slept. I sat on the edge of Woody's bed, deciding to watch Cody for a second before waking him from his deep slumber

"Bailey…," he muttered. I leaned in slowly, wondering why he might be saying my name in his sleep.