A/N: All the characters belong to Richelle Mead.

"You're never there when I need you, all you do is tell me some statistics like that's supposed to make me feel better." This is how a lot of our fights are these days, I have something I need to talk about and he just gets very clinical.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to help you Sydney, but at least I'm trying. That's more than I can say about you."

"What is that supposed to mean Brayden?"

"It means that you are always so caught up in your own messes to care about anyone else." After our numerous fights I'm getting used to him telling me I'm selfish, but it still hurts. Rose told me to break it off with him, but I haven't had the courage to do so. I had promised Rose that I would break it off the next time we had a fight. I honestly want to do it, I can just never get myself to do it, and so my next words are a surprise to both of us. "Well then why are we still together?" He looks shocked to say the least.

"Be-because that's just how it is."

"That isn't a good enough reason." I say coldly, as I turn to leave. It feels good to finally leave all this, the constant fighting, and only being together because that's how it is. I barely hear Braydon's next words. "What do you mean?"

"I'm saying I've had enough, and that I'm leaving. For good." I leave feeling relived, but feeling like a constant in my life is suddenly gone.