A/n: Hola :) yes, I know I don't need to be posting another story now. But I couldn't write more on anything else I have because this was swirling around my mind. Anyway, I hope you like it.

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"But why?" She whines as she stamps her foot.

I close my eyes briefly and take a deep breath. I put my drop-dead gorgeous smile on and look at her.

"Macy…darling, sugarlump…it's not that there's anything wrong with you, you're just not what I need right now."

Her teary eyes brighten at that statement as if she just found a way to change my mind. Ha, good luck.

"But I can be what you need! Just tell me! Do-do you want me to be a singer? Waitress? French maid? Stewardess? Your wife?"

That last one sounded so hopeful coming out of her mouth. What a loser.

"No, Macy, you can't," I say in a resigned voice as if this hurts me too, "I just don't feel the same way about you now, I hope you can understand."

She screams. Yes, she screamed. I sigh again. She's one of the more attached one.

"Macey bear, these last few weeks have been a dream. But sometimes in a man's life he drifts away from the one he loves."

She hiccups. I wrap my arm around her and lead her out of the lobby of the fancy French restaurant we'd just ate at and into the limo.

"Will I ever see you again?" She asks. I take her hand and stroke it with my thumb,

"Of course, honey. You may see me on the Oscars…or in a upcoming movie…or most likely on the cover of a magazine. Not to mention, you'll have the pictures."

She hiccups again. God, I just can't wait until she's gone.

"I m-meant in p-person!" She cries.

"Only if you have access to the internet and an extra thousand to buy a backstage ticket to Baby, I'm home." I state as I try to ignore the now mental picture of her running into the set of my new TV series crying saying she wants me back. How irritating would that be!

"You won't come see me ever again?!" She screams. I wince and stroke her cheek,

"I'm leaving New York in a few days so I won't have time to fly over and see you."

"We've arrived at Ms. Brown's house." The chauffeur's voice rang out over the intercom as the limo came to a stop.

Something-or-another Brown(Wait! I think it might be Mallory!) sniffs and looks up at me, pitifully.

"Are you sure?" She croaks.

"Yes, I am. I'll see you later, Mallory." I reply as I lean in to kiss her goodbye. She pulls away.

"Breanna!" She wails, "Its Breanna!"

"I knew that! Mallory is just your nickname!"

"You've never called me Mallory!"

I take a deep breath and say, "I'll see you around, Breanna"

She nods and climbs out of the limo, crying. As the door shuts all I can mutter is,

"Adios, Breanna."

"Where to now, Mr. Ryan?" My chauffer asks.

"Home I believe." I reply. Then I think that over, "Or…just drop me off here."

"What?!"

"Here, I said." I snap.

"Why?"

"I don't know. I feel like walking."

"You are not walking around in the dark! Are you insane!"

"No! Just let me out dammit."

"No. I will not let you out. I don't know what's going on with you Mr. Ryan but you are not yourself."

"I am tired. I have insomnia." I defend myself.

He shakes his head, "You are coming home where I'm going to talk with your mother about bringing you to a therapist."

I feel anger rise in me as I glare at him.

"I don't think so!"

And with that, I threw open the moving limo door and threw myself out into the night. Then, everything went black.

A/n: Like it? Loathe it? Then click it! And his rash and irrational behavior is purposely there :)