Roseville, Tennessee was a small town compared to New York and Olivia didn't know how she was going to get used to this. She didn't think she ever would. Leaving New York was one of the hardest things she had ever done but she knew it was for the better. As she packed in the last box she closed the door to the cabin behind her and sat the box along with the others. She stood in the middle of her new house and looked around, sighing at how lonely she felt. It was times like this that she really missed Brian. It's why she had to leave. Everything in New York reminded her of Brian and now that he was gone... she couldn't do it. It was time for her to leave New York and start again; if that was possible.

Before she could get too deep into her thoughts, Chocolate came trotting into the living room. Olivia figured he had been checking out the house and finding new favorite spots to lounge in. Chocolate was a Yorkie Poo and as much as Olivia never wanted a dog before, she liked the company now.

"Hey, buddy," she said as she bent over and scooped the small dog up, scratching her behind the ears, "do you like the new place?"

Chocolate began panting as Olivia scratched his favorite places. "I'll take that as a yes." Olivia carried Chocolate over to the couch that had just been sat in the middle of the room by the movers. She plopped down onto it and lifted her feet up. It was the first time she had rested in three days. Chocolate curled up onto her stomach and Olivia closed her eyes. She really didn't know what she was doing anymore. She was almost asleep when Chocolate jumped off of her lap and started barking at the door.

"You just went potty," Olivia grumbled. She was tempted to just close her eyes and wait to let Chocolate out until the morning but then the rumble of thunder hit. She didn't want Chocolate tracking muddy footprints in the house on the first day. "Alright," she mumbled as she got up and opened the door. She stood on the porch and watched as Chocolate did her business and ten came running back in, shaking his wet fur and ridding it of any raindrops that had gotten on him. Olivia sighed. She had no idea where the box was that the towels were in so she had nothing to clean up the mess with. She didn't even know which box her blankets were in.So far, this move wasn't going well.

Olivia made her way over to the pile of boxes and began opening them, sitting them in the proper rooms. She found two boxes of dishes and carried them into the kitchen. She would put them away for tomorrow but at least she would be able to find her blankets and pajamas. By the time she had opened most of her boxes she was exhausted and she still didn't find her blankets. She was down to two boxes and she knew with her luck it would be the last one. She picked the last box up and placed it on the counter and untapped it. Sure enough, there were her blankets. She took her comforter out of the box and carried it to the couch, wrapping herself inside of it and lying down. She had a long day tomorrow because she had to finish unpacking and find a store nearby so she could get groceries. She also had to check into buying a car because transportation in Roseville was nothing like it was in New York.

"Goodnight, Choco," Olivia said to the dog before closing her eyes, "goodnight, Brian. I love you." It had been her ritual ever since Brian had died. She wasn't able to sleep if she didn't tell him goodnight and that she loved him. Somehow she knew that he was still with her. She only wished that she could see him one last time. She just wanted to touch him... to kiss him. Olivia forced the sad thoughts out of her mind and let the exhaustion take over her body as she fell into a deep slumber.

The next morning, Olivia woke up to sloppy dog kisses on her cheek. She opened her eyes and saw that the sun was up and it looked like a nice day outside. The rain must have let up sometime in the early morning. "I'm up," Olivia smiled as she thew her cover off of her and went into the kitchen to fill Chocolate's bowl with food. "Eat up." Olivia was hungry herself but she hadn't brought any food with her and she needed to start putting things away now or it would never get done. Since she was already in the kitchen she began unpacking the dishes and placing them in cabinets. Next she moved onto her bedroom and began unfolding her clothes and hanging them in the closet. Everything was going normal until she came across one of Brian's old flannel button ups. She held the soft fabric in her hand before bringing it to her nose and inhaling his scent. She closed her eyes tight, fighting to keep the tears at bay. It wasn't working. Olivia put the shirt on over her own shirt and left it unbuttoned, using it as a jacket. It was chilly outside anyway so she would need one for her walk to the store.

Around two o'clock, Olivia finally had most of her things unpacked and was finally making her way to a market she had read about that was just a few blocks away. The wind was blowing at a nice breeze and the sun seemed to touch her skin in a way it hadn't before. In New York it was always the pollution that got the sun's beams first.

Olivia was so lost in thought as she looked around at all the new scenery that she didn't even see that she was about to run into somebody. "I'm so sorry!" Olivia apologized frantically at the tall man wearing black rimmed glasses. She looked into his eyes and suddenly she had a funny feeling in her stomach. She wasn't sure what it was.

"It's okay," the man said in a deep voice as he stood up straight. He wasn't trying to follow Olivia as she walked away but it looked like they were going to the same pace. "I come here every Friday," the man said as he caught up to Olivia again to open the door for her. "My name's Mark."

"Uh, Olivia."

"So you're new here, right?"

Olivia knew that Mark was just trying to be nice but this was the last thing she needed right now. "Yeah," she replied as she took interest into the food on the shelves, "just got here last night actually."

Mark nodded, "It was nice meeting you, Olivia." Mark stuck his hand out and hoped for a handshake but Olivia turned him down. "Well, see you around."

Mark left and Olivia sighed as she went back to what she went to the market for in the first place; groceries.