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Author's Note: I didn't want to put this up, but God, Alex Shelley drove me insane the last few days. I think it's the tag matches on TNA. Seeing so much of MCMG lately is making me want them even more. Anyway, this is the first chapter and it's a little short, I know. But I didn't want to continue it yet and I think it would work better. Oh, and I don't use Chris and Alex's real names because it's easier, lol. Enjoy!

He smiled as he made his way toward their apartment, holding the roses in his hand. He could smell them as he lifted them toward his nose; they were her favorite and considering he had been traveling for nearly a week now, he wanted to make her smile. Alex picked up his keys and walked toward the door, ready to see the woman he loved. He listened for a moment when he stopped in front of the door, hearing no sounds.

"She's sleeping," he muttered.

Alex slowly looked inside of his apartment, noticing all the lights were off and the bedroom door was closed. Another smile lifted his face and he laughed, putting the roses down on the table near the kitchen. He dropped his bag on the floor and walked down the hallway, wondering if she would be mad for waking her up. Alex shrugged; he had done worse to her in the past, he knew.

"Michelle!" he yelled. "Wake up! I'm home and your boyfriend has missed you!"

Still hearing nothing, he frowned. It was a little deflating to his ego that she wasn't waiting up for him. Considering it was still early, he definitely was a little annoyed. He looked inside the bedroom, noticing she wasn't in their bed. Now, he was a little worried. All the lights were off; where was she?

Alex looked around and walked back into the kitchen, looking at the roses with sad eyes. He suddenly noticed a note sitting on the table and picked it up. In a matter of seconds, his heart shattered and he was staring at a blurred piece of paper, not the words of his girlfriend, not the words of the woman he loved, not the words of Michelle; it was the words of the woman who left him.

He reached for his phone, dialing her number, waiting for her voice. When she didn't answer, he cursed, staring at the paper. She left him for another man. She couldn't even tell him in person. Alex stared at his apartment, the apartment he had shared with Michelle for nearly three years, realizing he was alone.

He stared at the paper for a while and then threw it into his bag, picked it up and walked toward the door.

He walked around Detroit for nearly an hour, holding onto his bag, still wondering where he could go. He wondered if he should call Chris and decided not to. He wondered if he should call Michelle again and decided not to, knowing she wasn't going to answer him. Hurt, he walked into a bar and had a few drinks, until the bartender wouldn't let him have anymore.

Alex walked into a hotel, determined not to sleep in the same bed that she had for all the years with him. He couldn't sleep in his bed that night; there were way too many memories that reminded him of Michelle and it hurt even thinking about her when he knew she wasn't thinking about him.

Sitting on his hotel bed, he stared at the note, wondering why she didn't tell him. He had a few texts from Chris, but he didn't answer them. Instead, he logged onto his laptop, which he always had in his bag, and booked a flight from Detroit for the morning, knowing he couldn't stay there. He needed away from there, away from the memories.

I feel really bad for Alex. Lol. REVIEW.