~I know, another series? When are you going to finish the other ones you started? Well, I have no idea. A lot of shit is going down now, and I thought a new series is what I needed. So, for now I will be starting a new series. I am not one for angst, so bare with me. This might be a very depressing ass story. Anyways, hope you enjoy.~

Chapter 1: Reaching Out

Did... I hear that right?

No, no way that was what she said.

Cry stared at the place she last stood, speaking words that he did not and would not allow to be comprehended.

"I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore. It hurts too much to be near you. And I know it hurts you."

She isn't saying this... she isn't...

"Thank you for loving me."

No... Don't say that... Please, stop this.

"I'm sorry. Goodbye, Ryan."

No... No. No. No. No. No. No. NO!

"NO!" He yelled, eyes opening in shock as his hand suddenly reached out in front of him.

She wasn't there. It was that dream again.

No longer could he stroke her hair with this hand, that he was now again trying to reach out to her with.

He knew better than anyone that that in itself was an impossibility.

Cry loved her too much, and it was his feelings that ended her and him. It made her disappear from his life.

Pulling back his hand, Cry placed it over his eyes, shielding his vision from the room so full of her memory.

"...This is ridiculous." Cry said out loud to himself, shaking his head to disperse the thoughts in his mind.

"It's been years. You should be over her by now, Ryan."

But, no matter how much time has gone, she is always there, in every room in his home and in every thought he has.

Standing up, Cry wandered over to the large wall mirror he saw her look into every morning to fix her make up.

He stared at his reflection for a moment, realizing how long it has been since then. Reaching his hand up, he felt his grown beard he hasn't bothered to shave.

I should shave. She liked it when I was shaven.

His laughter that followed was hallow as he knew she wouldn't have to mind anymore, since she was no longer there to kiss him as a reward for shaving for her.

Looking into his eyes, he could not see the light that once shown in them when she was around. She brought life into me, only to immediately kill it. Funny.

He wished he could blame her, but it was his fault in the first place.

Now a-days, he can only feel like she is truly there when looking into this mirror. It's why he keeps it, like everything else in the damn house.

Sighing, Cry forced himself to look away from his reflection to go take care of his needs.

Having showered and shaved, he pulled out the only suite he wore and got dressed, realizing half way on that he had gotten a little thinner.

Tying a green and black stripped tie, he looked into the mirror and smiled bitterly, realizing something else.

"This is the same suite I wore for everything."

Like when he took her on their first date.

When he first proposed to her.

And when he said goodbye to her.

This suite held the most important memories of them, and just seeing himself in it made Cry sick.

But, taking a deep breathe, he turned away and headed out the door.

This is the last day I will wear this damn thing, I swear it.

TBC...

~Well, I hope you enjoyed this. I had to go to a dark place to pull this up, so be glad. See ya.~