A/N : This may or may not be a Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart fic. I'm not comfortable using their real names for 2 reasons, I respect them as artists, including their privacy (but still want to write about them!) and this will also hopefully combat the problem of RL fics. So you can choose whether or not to mentally add in R and K or this can be any other story!

New York

Traffic below in the "city that never sleeps" bustled late into the night. Dark panes of moonlight leaked through the small hotel room window, illuminating the small body curled in the

foetal position in a mass of soft downy covers.

She quietly cried into her tear soaked pillow, she bit down hard on her bottom lip, desperately trying to contain the sobs. Her fingers reached out into the darkness to fumble around on

the small bedside table until she located her cell.

Pulling it to her, she flipped it open, her eyes squinting involuntarily against the oncoming illumination. 3 am. She'd worked a thirteen hour day, she was exhausted. How the fuck could

she not be sleeping right now?

Her eyes wandered towards the large door of the suite, willing it to open, just as it had so many times before. It never did and it never would.

She was fighting with her conscience and the incessant need pooling at the pit of her stomach.

"I can't ring him. I promised him we wouldn't do this." She thought trying to bury the gut wrenching pull further inside.

"I just need to hear his voice. I need to know he's thinking of me, missing me."

"I can't no, I can't" An internal battle was raging and she was nearing a lapse in judgement.

Fresh wet tear slowly fell from her weary eyes, sloshing onto her sweaty warm forearm. She was all alone and couldn't fight it any longer.

The dial tone sounded, breaking the deafening silence.

Budapest

In a dark, lonely cold hotel room a bed lay empty.

He sat on a balcony, lazily inhaling the last dregs of his cigarette whilst gently strumming sporadic chords on his guitar.

The moon, a fiery blaze in the blank silent Hungarian sky cast an eerie shadow over his lonesome figure.

He'd been counting hours since midnight. 3 am.

Was she thinking of him? Was she even awake? Was she plagued with sleepless nights whilst they endured separation?

Or was she partying right now, laughing easily with her new cast? Was she enjoying her new found liberation?

His stomach twisted uneasily at these thoughts, as he suddenly felt himself shrink into an aggressive, possessive fool.

If he could only hear her voice. Hear her reassure him that she still loved him, that he was still the only one she wanted. Hear her gentle, beautiful giggle or her breathy sigh and careful caressing whisper.

He didn't hear any of his favourite lulling sounds.

He heard a raucous, violent vibration rock his bedside table.