Hi I'm going to update this story as much as I can I am about to start exams so please be patient as I don't have a lot of time to write due to a lot of revision, my exams do however end at the end of May so I will be able to update more frequently then. This story is mostly an alternative of what happened between Hanna and Caleb after he left New York. Please leave reviews and enjoy. Elle.

I just stood there; I stood there for what felt like years. I watched as the room around me physically crumbled into dust. He was gone, I didn't know where, I didn't know how long for, all I knew was that all his stuff was gone and so was he. I tried his phone but it went to voicemail straight away.

He told me this was it this time, he wouldn't hear it anymore; it was him or my job. Why did I walk away, what the hell is wrong with me, I could get another job but I couldn't get another him. He was Caleb there was only one Caleb how could I have even thought for a second that work just come first. I had been out for 3 hours at most. I'd sat in that taxi staring out the window looking at the rain when it hit me, what was I doing, I'd barely even looked at how much I'd given the driver. The change didn't matter all that mattered was getting back to him, telling him I was crazy telling him I chose my job over us. What was the point of having a job with a boss who treated me like dirt if I didn't have someone waiting to make the world magical again?

I left voicemail after voicemail each one weepier than the last. I told him I loved him, I told him I was wrong, I told him I chose him, I told him I ran how home through the rain and most of all I told him I needed him. Every time I dialled his number I imagined his voice on the other end, he would say my name and then I'd blink and he'd be back here. But I blinked and blinked, I phoned and I phoned, he wasn't here he wasn't coming back anytime. It was the 15th failed call that really stuck the dagger of realisation in. It was 2am at this point, I felt like someone had torn my heart from my body, stamped on it and stuck it back in my body all in front of me. All I could do was cry and cling to the picture frame that had sat on our coffee time, the two us were half smiling, half kissing the fireworks going off in the background, our first new year in New York. The tears only got heavier as I noticed the engraving below the photo, "The first year of an eternity".

I must of cried for at least an hour before I finally managed to pull myself off the floor. It didn't take long before my sorrow turned to anger. I wasn't angry at him, how could I be I might be the one alone the apartment now, but he was the one who had been left alone time after time. He'd jumped through hoops just to spend time with me and what had I done in return, dragged him to parties he didn't want to be at, left him waiting at restaurants for me to turn up 2 hours late having spent what should have been our time getting designer cupcakes for my boss.

I didn't even blame him for leaving, to be honest I had to admit to myself I was suppressed he even stayed as long as he had. He must have known how much I loved him, how much I needed him. I just wish I'd realised before I got in that stupid car, I thought he was just being over dramatic trying to get me to stay. We'd argued a thousand times but not once did I ever begin to entertain the idea that one day he'd walk out of that door and never come back. But he hadn't walked out, I had. I'd come back to him being gone but he wasn't the one who first walked out of that door that person was me.

I suppose it was appropriate that the rain outside was pouring down the windows making it look like the world was melting away, because while the world outside just looked like it was falling apart I actually was.

It was 5am when I finally cried myself to sleep, I just didn't have the energy to cry anymore, it hurt to breath and I just wanted to shut the world out. The sleep far from helped it wasn't long before I soon found myself in disturbingly vivid dreams. I was looking out across water stood near a cliff ledge, as I turned to look behind me I saw Caleb. He was just stood there he didn't say anything, he didn't do anything, his facial expression remained completely neutral as if he didn't see me only the ocean. I tried desperately to call out to him but when I opened my mouth nothing came out, I tried again and again but just silence. I knew I could still hear as the waves crashing against the rocks seemed to get louder and louder with each breath that I took. It was only then that I noticed the ground below me was crumbling and the waves were getting louder and louder.

Just as I was about to hit the water I suddenly snapped awake, I gazed across at my alarm clock noting it was apparently 8:15am. I rolled over to put my arm around Caleb only to meet an empty space, at this point everything came flooding back and that was when it hit me.