Authors note: Set after 2x1. Okay so, This started out as a one shot, but as I was typing it up. I changed my mind, I have some ideas for this. So it will be a short story/fanfic. I can never commit to more than ten chapters. So here's the beginning, it's not the best, considering I wrote it at 5am. But I'm proud of what I have so far. It's been a long time since I wrote anything so please bare with me.

She sighed heavily as her eye's did their best to focus of the bottles in front of her, to no avail. The whole room was spinning, almost as fast as the thoughts racing though her mind. She had hoped being this drunk would block out the pain, the memories, the thoughts, but no. It only intensified them.

Every word, every touch, every kiss, every moment they had shared. Burned in her mind, and caused her chest to ache even more than before.

Everything hurt, Why she wasn't doubled over or curled into a ball in the corner somewhere was beyond her.

A part of her was missing, she didn't want to admit it, but it was the awful truth.

When he walked into her life, he took a big part of her. And when he left, he left a gaping hole in her heart.

"Hanna?" She knew that voice; she knew it all to well. That was the voice that could make her feel better or even worse, if that were possible.

She must've been to caught up in her thoughts to hear him approach her.

Her body froze; hoping, wishing, praying for him to continue on his way. Though her heart screamed for him.

"Hanna, answer me.. Please." She could almost feel the urgency in his voice, but for all she knew it could all be part of his sick twisted game.

She shook her head, as she turned away from him. If she looked at him, she knew she'd break. All she really wanted was him, but she just couldn't allow herself. Not after everything, she wouldn't.

She could feel the sofa shift beside her, as she saw his hand reaching for hers.

She closed her eye's as she turned away, tucking her hands under her knees as she pulled them to her chest. "Don't. Just don't." She said as she laid her head on her knees, just as tears escaped her eyes. "You did this, you can't fix it too." No matter how much I wish you could. She added on in her mind.

She saw his hand drop to his knee, as she felt her heart ache even more.

She needed him, but how could she ever trust him again?