i want to start off with, THANK YOU SO MUCH! i posted the first chapter before i went to practise, and when i got home, i'd got 15 mails from ff. 5 rewievs, sounds really lame but i am SOOO happy! thank you all so much!:D you keep me going :)

ok so i've never written this much before, and i'm not quet sure with the end, god why's the end always so hard?

anyways, one more chapter, and this story is o-v-e-r! tehe, well i'm thinking abut a sequel, depends on if you guys want me to (:

i do not own anything but the idea!

When you are a little kid, and the happy world around you is the barbies with sparkling clothes and perfect body, you have no idea what hurt is. The only thing you do is play, cry, eat and laugh. And that's it.

There is no 4 year old soul on earth that can feel hurt. Or the heart ache.

Sleep wasn't anywhere near Gabriella's actions for the latest 8 hours.

Actually, she wasn't even sure what she'd done. The last words from her ex-boyfriend rang through her head and she couldn't think of anything else than that.

Was he telling the truth? Was it all just a misunderstanding?

But wasn't he worth it? Didn't he hurt her so badly that the fact that it all just was for fear was nothing to talk about?

She didn't know.

She didn't know anything. The only thing she'd done, was lay on the floor, at the exact same spot as when he left her, crying and broken on the floor in front of her bed.

Exactly that, crying and broken.

She was crying, and she was broken. He'd broken her heart into a million pieces and the tears didn't seem to want to stop falling. But in some how, she just wanted him back.

She wanted him to hold her, embrace her with his strong and warm arms, and tell her that it would be okay. That they would figure it out. They would forget about what had been, and focus on the future. Maybe celebrate the anniversary later.

But he wasn't.

She was lying alone, on the floor. With a stitching face from all the tears, a stuffy nose, and a broken heart.

The tears kept flowing, her eyes puffy. She hadn't been moving in hours. And she wasn't so desperate for it either. Trembles shot through her body every now and then and her arm was still holding on tight around her upper stomach, still trying to stop the ache and pain.

Maybe she'd broken some ribs too, but why care? And how could she feel it anyway? The pain in her heart and soul beat out everything else. She was damn sure she could go through an appendix operation without anaesthesia – and still don't feel anything else but the pain on the inside of her chest.

How was she supposed to move on with her life now?

She'd been so sure that the fairytale actually had come to her, that he actually was the one. It was only the ever after left. She thought she had it all there, flowing out in front of her, the end not near a sight.

But the boy obviously had other thoughts.

Wasn't she good enough? Had she done something wrong? Had she changed?

It hurt to not know, one of the many things that hurt. She just wanted to understand. He'd said it wasn't like that. But would you blame her for feel like it?

What if he came to school tomorrow with another girl on his right side? Hand in hand walking down the corridor, laughing and stealing a kiss every now and then.

What was she going to do if that was what was going to happen?

Why did she care? It was not like she was going to school tomorrow anyway. Or ever again. Not with him there, not with the sight of her favourite school with all memories from him and her there. Not with the memories that she thought would be her happiness for ever. Not with the sight of their lockers, where she'd been pushed up to have a hot make-out season so many times by him. Not with the sight of the corridors were they'd been walking hand in hand through since the day she started at East High. Not with the sight of Sharpay Evan's expression when she's understand what he'd done to her best friend.

And not the sight of him…

His normal black vans, peaking out under his faded old Levi's jeans, showing off a little bit of his butt-dressed boxers, with his t-shirt fitting just perfect on his toned chest and stomach, to his face. The beauty of Troy Bolton's face, that didn't only knock her dead, but every single girl that laid their eyes on him.

His chest-nut hair falling into his drop-dead gorgeous blue eyes, composed with the most beautiful smile you'd ever see.

She'd fallen for it.

She'd fallen for it all.

But was it really just his looks? If so, why was she lying here crying her eyes out, her heart aching like it was broken like a glass crashed to the floor?

No, it wasn't just his looks.

Troy Bolton had the most amazing personality a guy could ever have. The concern and care for you made you want to pay him with everything you had. The jokes and cranks he went with made you lie on the floor, rolling in laughter. And the fact that he actually listened to what you had to say made you want to give the same back.

That's exactly were it went wrong.

She hadn't been listening to what he wanted to say 8 hours ago. He'd been trying to tell her something, and she had rejected him. She'd been so hurt and so broken that she didn't even try to give him her all back.

But hadn't she given him her all? Didn't she say so?

She thought about it, yes she'd said that but was it true? She'd given him her virginity, she'd spent all her time with him, she'd helped him with his homework, she'd helped him clean his room, she'd helped him give what a boy needed.

But had she been helping him with what a person needed the most?

Had she been helping him with his own problems? Had she been listening to him when he wanted to say something?

Well, technically yes. She didn't really just blow him off when he talked.

But she'd never asked him if everything was okay. Of course, it's the normal 'how are you? I'm good thanks' lines, but she'd never really gone deeper. Never asked him if there was something he wanted to talk about, if there was something bothering him.

She'd been too busy with herself.

And now she was blaming him. Hating him for breaking up with her the day before their anniversary, shutting him out because of a day that wasn't more than a date and number.

And she missed him, god she missed him.

She'd realized that all the blame should be put on her. She was the thief in this drama. If she only could have listened to his heart one single time, maybe she wouldn't be lying here with a pain caused from no other than herself, and have the man of her dreams to be her ex.

The tears wasn't flowing anymore. She wasn't trembling and she wasn't aching as much.

But she was furious.

She'd been lying to herself, she'd been shutting the only person that she loved out for no other reason than herself. And she'd been the most ego-tripped person in the whole wide world.

She suddenly screamed.

He hands was in tight fists on each side of her, and she was lying out flat on the floor, screaming her lungs out in anger, her eyes shut tight to fight back more tears.

Her cell-phone was still lying on the floor crashed, but that didn't stop her.

She threw perfumes into the wall, make-up and jewellery's. She tore out pages from books, plenty of them being her school-books. The sheet's from her bed was soon on the floor, some being torn into pieces.

Her throat never seeming to get sore, she kept screaming. Throwing punches into the wall every now and then, trying to punish herself for being such an ego. Trying to punish herself for being the reason to loose what she would trade anything for, to have.

"You are so fucking stupid, Gabriella Montez!" she screamed and threw a harder punch then before at the sound of her own name. Not even feeling her hand or head hurt from the punches and screaming.

How could she be so stupid?

When did she become that kind of person? Hadn't her mom raised her to anything better? Hadn't she stopped Gabriella from becoming the kind of person that both of the Montez girls hated the most in this world?

Had she really let herself become this kind of person?

She went in to her bathroom, facing the mirror.

The disgust of seeing the dirt she saw, spread on her face like a wave washed away the sand.

Her cheeks was tearstained, her make-up almost washed away with the tears. Her eyelids red and fluffy, and her mouth twisted in a straight line.

But nothing of this was noticed when you saw into her eyes.

If you would melt in Troy Bolton's eyes, you would want to run the furthest you could when you met Gabriella Montez eyes.

They were complete black, and burning in anger. You would think she wanted to kill. You would think she was a dangerous mars-murder.

She met her own reflection in the mirror, narrowing her eyes in her own reflection.

Her hand rose back, and a loud crash was heard. Pieces was flying in different directions and Gabriella's knuckles was bleeding.

She faced the wall again, facing only the light tile behind some left over pieces from the crossed mirror hanging from the frame.

It was 40 minutes before midnight and once again, Gabriella was lying on the floor, the exact same spot. Holding her upper stomach tight, while her body trembled and vibrate. The tears had once again joined the warmth of her cheek, running a race down her throat.

She'd cleaned the mess, wrapped her knuckles in a bandage, and lied back down.

What was the idea anyway? She'd lost him, she wasn't having him back. She'd already acted, already drawing the last line, and crossing it too. It was the past, and she couldn't change it, no matter how much she wanted to.

The only thing she could control now, was the future. She didn't want a future without him, so that's why she was lying here, not eating anything, not sleeping.

She didn't want a future without him, and she wouldn't get one either.

As she thought about what Troy was doing right now, she imagined that his arms crept around her waist, holding her tight. Imagined that his hot breath was on her neck, making her shiver in delight.

But she was interrupted, by a voice just a few meters from her.

"Gabriella?" she knew the sooth voice, she knew the owner of it. And she knew the hate it probably had against her at this very moment.

She didn't turn around, it was just a dream, a imagination, a wish. She was all alone, and she should enjoy it. Nobody deserved her company, nobody had to have her in the same room, the disgust from her shining like a bright star.

"Brie?" god why wouldn't anybody send her to a mental house already? She was hearing voices, and was the most ego-tripped person that had ever sat a foot on this earth.

But she turned around, ever so slowly to check, just in case. Maybe it was someone else, someone who had come to let her die, to let her go to hell like she deserved.

But it wasn't.

The beauty of his face was only lighted from the little lamp on her balcony and his hands in his pockets. He just stood there, looking at her reflection on the bed. Her tiny body shaking slightly, with her left arm wrapped around her upper stomach. His heart sunk a bit, because he knew this was the act she only did when she was in pain, real pain.

"Troy," she said in a weak voice as she stood up from the bed, wobble slightly but kept her balance as she looked at him, wondering what he was doing here.

"Can I…come in?" he asked in a low voice, revealing that his heart was aching.

"Su-sure" she whispered, trying her hardest to light her voice and give him a cheering reply. But all that came out was a low, cracking whisper.

She moved till the middle of the room, in front of her bed, so that they could at least have the light from that balcony light. Maybe they didn't need more. She wouldn't be able to look into Troy's eyes anyway. She was way too embarrassed and ashamed.

Troy moved silently to a few meters form where Gabriella stood, not sure how near he should stand. But as he saw her a closed, he noticed her hand. It was in a white bandage, and there was something red under it, leaking through.

"What happened to your hand?" he said in a low voice, full of concern as he took her right hand carefully in his, examine it even more carefully to see that it was blood that was leaking through, her blood.

"I just fell…" she avoided his eyes as she took her hand away from his, leaving him drop his arm like a stone from heaven to his side, "what are you doing here, Troy?" she said in a low voice and carefully looked up to meet his eyes.

They weren't mad, they were sad. And they were hurt. And she was hurt.

Damn Gabriella, what did you expect? For them to shine like they did when you kiss? No shit Sherlock!

"Don't avoid my question Brie. What happened?" he asked again, his voice so soft and concerned that she just wanted to hit him for being too nice to her. She'd caused them both this, why was he here? And even more important, why did he care so damn much?

"Why do you care Troy?" a simple question.

"Because you are my everything." with a simple answer.

The whole truth, right there, in four words. She was his everything, she is his everything. He wouldn't trade anything that came to him for her. She was way too important. She made him the person he was, and he loved her. And he wouldn't let something like this come between it. She was his everything.

"That's stupid, Troy. I treated you like shit when I last saw you, and you come back and the first thing you ask is what happened to my hand?" it wasn't asked in a mean way, it was in amaze. She couldn't believe him, he really was an angel.

That she didn't deserve.

"Well then I guess I am stupid." Troy said with a slight grin on his lips. And for the first time, his eyes showed some light, some happiness.

And of course, Gabriella couldn't help but smile a little bit too. That was just Troy.

"I guess you are." She giggled slightly and accepted to hold his hands as he reached out for hers.

"What happened?" he asked again as the smiles had faded away, but without leaving awkwardness.

Gabriella sighed. She'd caused him so much pain, and she'd caused herself so much pain. He didn't deserve anything from her, and still he cared. She was ashamed for what she did, but the least she could do right now, was to tell the truth. Weather she liked it or not.

"I crossed my mirror…" she mumbled and looked down to the side, too ashamed to see how Troy reacted. God she was so stupid. She'd ruined so much today, and her mother wouldn't be happy. But so what? She wasn't even home, she never was. And it actually felt right at the moment. To hear those glass-splitters ring through her ears, to see the mess it caused, to see the blood dropping from her knuckles.

"Hey hey hey," Troy said and put a finger under her jaw to make her look at him, "why would you do that?" he continued as his hand travelled to her cheek and his thumb stroke her cheek carefully while he looked into her eyes, searching for a reason for her to cross a mirror, that reflected the most beautiful thing in this world.

Her.

"Because I was mad. Because I am the most disgusting person on this earth. Because I was worth to see myself broke into pieces." She said in a truthful voice, but once again let her head drop.

Not because she was ashamed, what was there to be ashamed of in that tense? It was the truth, and she always told the truth.

But because were she was for the very moment. Standing here with him, holding his hands and their bodies closer than she'd realized and he being concerned about her, when she'd acted the wrong way. Because her heart raced and because she still felt the love towards the man that she didn't deserve.

"You know you're the most beautiful person on this earth, don't say that." He didn't try to make her face him, but he squeezed her hands gently, showing her he really meant it.

The tears came back.

She just wanted him to stop. She felt like she'd got something big and hard pushing her stomach, she wasn't worth this, why didn't he realize that? He could get so much better, he couldn't get worse. Yet, he was standing here with her, holding her hands telling her she was the most beautiful person. When he knew, he actually knew what she'd done.

But she still struggled to keep the tears in, she didn't want to cry. She just didn't. It wasn't the right moment to cry. And the floor of her room wasn't worth her touch anymore.

But a single tear finally slipped, and slowly ran down her cheek.

"Hey…" Troy now took both his hands and made her face him, his hands on both her cheeks he looked into her eyes, the struggling written in them.

He slowly bent down and kissed away the tear. His warm lips only stroking over her rough tearstained cheek.

"Don't cry please. You know I hate seeing you cry." He said just above a whisper as he pulled back and stroke her cheek again.

Gabriella's bottom lip trembled, she couldn't hold them back anymore.

The tears flowed down her cheeks again, running like it was some kind of marathon. And she burst, again. She felt so horrible, she just wanted it all to go away. She wanted to turn back time, to the exact day when she met Troy, and make it all different, better. So that this could never ever happen. She hated herself so much, but at the same time she didn't want to go. Not now, not just yet. Not when Troy was here.

But not ever either.

"Brie…" he sighed and pulled her body into his embrace.

He could feel her shaking in him. And he was sure that if he didn't grab her at that moment, she would've fallen to the floor. She looked so crossed, so broken. And he couldn't take it seeing her like that.

He had a strong, yet careful grip around her shoulders as she cried. Her arms and hands on his chest and her head buried somewhere in-between.

His shirt was soon wet and stuck to his skin, but he didn't care. He didn't even feel it. The only thing he felt was Gabriella. Her petite body shaking and her breath un-even with the tears.

"Why did you come back, Troy?" the question repeated, forced out between the tears.

Troy sighed, but didn't pull away, didn't loose a inch of his embrace around her. Because he didn't know if this would be the last time he would feel her warm body against his. The last time their bodies fit together.

"Because it's our anniversary. And even if it means that I only can have you for 15 more minutes, I want you. This is our day Gabriella, and I don't want to spend it anywhere else than near to you."

"Because I can't loose you. I can't live my life without you, and I just can't loose my life for something like this."

He smoothly stroke her back and hair as he talked, trying to calm her down. Make her believe him.

"You are my life Gabriella. And you'll always be," he paused a few seconds, not really sure what to say next, " I'm sorry. I'm sorry for ruining this day, for both of us. And I'm sorry I couldn't handle it."

Gabriella was calmed down, only still tears running down her cheeks now.

"I wish I could have done it different. I wish I could turn back time, to just push myself that I could do it."

He closed his eyes and rested his chin on her head, thinking about the past few hours.

He had almost convinced himself that he could do it when they were lying in her bed, watching THE OC. He had planned how to say and ask her out to that restaurant near the beach that she loved so much. He'd decided what he would wear, black costume pants and a white shirt, with a loosen tie. And he would fix his hair to the side, just like she liked it.

All of it just for her to be happy.

But he chickened out. When he saw the look on her face yesterday, just when he was about to go home, he decided against it. He couldn't do it.

But he knew now, that he could.

He was always going to. He was ready for it. For the new life to begin. For him and Gabriella to do something they'd been talking about a few weeks ago. He wanted this more than ever. He wanted her, he needed her.

Suddenly, Gabriella pulled back a bit, looking up in his eyes.

"But it wasn't your fault Troy."

She took a deep breath and began to speak,

"I should have been a better girlfriend, Troy. I should have listened to you sometimes. I should have cared about your feelings. I never asked you how you were doing. It was always just about me. I've been so ego-tripped, and the worst girlfriend ever…" she trailed off, and looked away and mumbled, "...and I should have listened to what you wanted to say yesterday."

"Gabriella," Troy said in a stern but smooth voice and brought her face to face him again. She didn't look him in the eyes, "Gabriella please look at me…"

She bit her lip, and turned her eyes to his again, while once again trying to fight back tears.

"You," he began as he stroked her cheek, " are the most beautiful, gorgeous, sweet and sexy girl on this earth…" Gabriella bit her lip again and looked down, a little red on her chins.

"No, look at me," he said again and brought her face back, "you have a heart of gold, and the most amazing personality ever. People can nothing else but be jealous at you for that."

After a few seconds, a small smile spread over his lips while he looked lovingly into her eyes and stroking her cheek.

"And I am honoured and the most happy person on this earth, to have you as a girlfriend and the only person in my life."

The sweet, yet serious of the moment made Gabriella's tears to fight back, and win.

Still tears slowly ran down her cheeks, but a small smile crept over her lips.

The brown-haired boy looked deeply in to the eyes of the girl he loved so much, and he saw her look back, just as lovingly as him, and slowly but steady healing. He couldn't believe what he just had said, and what just had happened. But he knew it was the truth, the honest truth from deep down in his heart. He wanted her forever, and he had been, and still was, ready to fight damn hard for it.

The tension from the two brought them closer to each other, like a magnet.

Their lips finally met, and all four eyes shut.

Fireworks shot through their bodies, filling them both with warmth from the other. Their lips locked, and massaging the each others, their hearts racing in a way too high pressure, and their minds nowhere near this earth.

Slowly, after a few minutes, they pulled apart.

Gabriella gazed up in the eyes of the man she loved, and always would.

There was no need for words, just the look in the others eyes, the words from earlier, and the kiss they just shared, showed long-gone that it would be okay. They would make it. It didn't matter that she'd been the worst girlfriend ever. And it didn't matter that he had freaked out. It was all in the past now, and they would move forward, together.

"I love you, Brie." he whispered in a very low voice, as he stroke a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

"And I love you, Troy." she whispered back, her eyes sparkling.

They leaned in once again and shared a tender, yet passionate kiss for a few seconds.

They then pulled apart, and just hugged.

It felt so good to be in his embrace again. To feel his chest move against her. To feel his lips move against her. To hear his sooth velvet voice.

"Come on." Troy smiled as they pulled apart, took her hand and started to pull her toward her balcony.

"What is it, Troy?" She smiled back as she fallowed him, holding a tight grip of his hand, a little afraid of letting go.

"It's August 21st, 11:40pm, we have twenty minutes left."

Troy pulled Gabriella to his car, put her in the front seat, and got in on the drivers side.

"Where are we going, Troy?" Gabriella asked curiously while playing with his right hand, as his left was on the steering wheel.

"Our place." Troy smiled.

Gabriella knew where their place was, and she had no idea of why they was going there. But she didn't ask, she just trusted him and kept playing with his hand.

17 minutes later, Troy stopped the car, walked around to Gabriella and helped her out, taking her hand and began to walk towards their place.

They walked up the stairs, and got to the big roof-top of East High.

Gabriella smiled and took a deep breath through her nose, feeling the familiar and lovely sent that she had smelled the first time with Troy, and only ever him. She loved it up here, this was the place she wanted to die in, one day. With Troy on her side.

They walked out to the front, where you could see the whole Albuquerque and it's lights. It was so beautiful.

Troy took a rose that was placed on the edge, and turned around to Gabriella. He smiled.

"Happy anniversary Gabriella." He said and gave her the rose.

Gabriella searched deep for her voice, trying to build it up enough to speak clear.

"Happy anniversary, Troy." She whispered, and met his lips in the most mind-blowing and passionate kiss they'd ever had.

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