"Nick..I'm sorry."

And at that moment, she picked up her worn and torn bag, but left behind the pieces of their past. She put her hand on the knob, opened the door of the crap they call a motel, and walked out. Cassie sighed. Choked up, she ran down the stairs. And left.

Nick stood there motionless. He desperately wanted to run out and find her. He wanted to beg to her, make her come back, and be his forever.

Honestly, he didn't know what his heart wanted. But right now, he wanted, needed, Cassie.

Then he fell to the ground. Tears stung his eyes. It was as if it was a game. A game, a race. But what would be the finish line? Where IS the finish line? Nick thought it would be way further from here, but right now, he felt that his mind won, and that his heart lost.

And now, the Second generation Mover, couldn't even move himself.

*A few weeks before*

Their relationship became rocky. Ahem, their friendship. But Nick loved her, though she didn't know it. Cassie loved Nick, did Nick pay attention? And they were both clueless.

Cassie's visions had caused problems. She knew she lied when she told people that drinking helped her visions becoms clearer, because they didn't. She constantly drank, trying to ease the pain, thinking that Nick will never love her, and still caught up in her mother's death.

The more she drank, the more blurry her visions got. It got worse sometimes, and that her visions were completely off, but she told herself that something just interferred. Nothing more. She told herself that she can't make mistakes, and that she's one of the best Watchers out there. She kept lying. She kept drinking.

She looked at the clock. Just a few hours after her daily trip to the bar. She looked around the motel room until she saw Nick, sleeping on a fold out chair, right beside her bed.

"Nick? Wake up," she whispered.

"Hmm?..Cassie, finally, your awake," he said sleepily, smiling.

"What happened?"

"I went to pick you up. Right then, you puked then passed out..."

He looked down."I told you to stop drinking. You're still too young."

Cassie swallowed. "Nick, I --"

"Save it. I don't wanna know anymore." Nick shook his head, and headed off to the bathroom. Cassie laid down, eyes stuck to the ceiling. Silence was broken when she heard someone sniffling. Nick.

Inside, Nick was pouring his eyes out. He looked in the bathroom mirror. His face was red, but you could still see that he was pale. The crying hurt him, mostly because he desperately wanted to cry and scream and let all his feelings out, but he had to hold it in. He doesn't want Cassie to hear. His mind got the best of him, and he gave in....he knew that he and Cassie would never be dammit, she's just a kid, he thought. I shouldn't even think this way...

"Nick?...Are you okay?..."

Before, there were seldom times when Nick got furious at her. But how the way things were going over the past few weeks, getting angry at her was just a daily thing now.

So he yelled.

"Cassie...GO..TO..SLEEP!"

And that she did. Until..

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Only chapter 1. This was my first Push fanfic :] Things are not going well between them, yeah, I know, but I promise it will get better!

Comments will be loved.