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She's talking to angels, counting the stars.

Making a wish on a passing car.

-Chris Daughtry

"Spencer you didn't let me finish I-"

"You are being so selfish!" I yelled at him. "You want me to move away from my family and my career and my friends?"

"I didn't say we had to, I'm just saying we-"

"But you are pretty much making it sound that way!" I grabbed my purse. "I can't believe you took the job without asking me if it was ok first. How are we supposed to get married and have a healthy relationship if you make all of our decisions for us?"

"Spencer, I can turn it down, its fine. I didn't think you would be that upset about this," he looked at me with sad eyes.

"You're right you weren't thinking!" I yelled. "You were only thinking about yourself." I headed for the door.

"Spencer, where are you going?" He walked after me.

"Away from you!" I opened the door. "I need a break from us. I don't know if I can do this anymore." I slammed the door before I headed for my car.

I wish I would've resolved everything right then and there. Or I wish I would've stormed to my room and locked the door. But I didn't. And because of me, he is gone. I never meant any of the things I said. He wasn't selfish at all. He was only doing what he thought was best for us at the time. I should've listened. I should've stayed.

I play that day over and over in my head. I imagine all the ways it could've gone differently. But it always ends up the same and I always end up with that sick feeling in my stomach.


"You seem happier," Hanna looked over at me.

"I'm trying," I said looking up at the stars.

"It's nice out tonight," Hanna sighed.

We both were laying outside on Hanna's porch enjoying the warm quiet night.

"Yeah," I agreed. "There's a lot of stars out tonight."

"Do you think he's watching you?" Hanna sounded hesitant. "Nick? I mean."

I sighed, "I wonder that all the time. I would like to think so most days. It makes me feel comfortable knowing he's watching over me. Other days I hope he's not."

"Why not?" Hanna asked curiously.

"Because I'm a mess," I pressed my lips into a hard line. "He would be disappointed in me."

"He loved you," Hanna propped herself up on her elbows. "He's probably not disappointed in you. Maybe just sad, that you aren't happy."

"It's hard to be happy. And I don't want to fake happiness, it's draining. It's draining just getting up and facing the world," I thought out loud.

"Why don't you do something that makes you happy," Hanna suggested.

"He made me happy," I said quietly.

"That's what you need," Hanna sat up.

"Hanna, he isn't just replaceable!" I snarled. "There's no one like him."

"I know. You can't ever replace him," Hanna defended herself. "I'm just saying you need someone that can make you laugh, and get you to smile. I'm not saying their ever going to make you feel the way Nick did, but maybe it will help."

"You make me laugh," I looked at her.

"Not in that way," Hanna laughed. "Plus I haven't gotten you to laugh in months."

"That's not true, you've made me laugh," I nudged her.

"Laughing because I fell down the stairs yesterday does not count," Hanna rolled her eyes.

I laughed out loud, "That was funny! You should've seen your face, it was hilarious."

"I can't fall down the stairs just to make you laugh everyday, Spencer," Hanna couldn't help but smile.

"That would make me laugh though," I started laughing again.

"What about Toby?" Hanna brought up randomly.

I stopped laughing, "Why are you so insistent about him?"

"Because he's one of the only friends Caleb has, that I actually like," Hanna sighed. "It doesn't matter anyways, he's taken."

I snapped my head looking at her, "Since when?"

"A while," Hanna shrugged. "Jealous?"

"No," I shook my head. "He just never said anything about a girlfriend. And he doesn't have any pictures of her on his desk."

"You've been snooping in his desk?" Hanna's eyes widened.

"No," I glared at her. "Part of my job is to clean his office."

"Sure it is," Hanna said under her breath.


I was in the elevator trying to balance a coffee, a stack of papers, and a brief case. Once it got to the floor I needed, I slowly walked out trying not to drop anything. I wasn't prepared for the door that swung open, knocking the papers and brief case from hands. Luckily the coffee didn't spill.

I felt a pair of hands grab my waist so I didn't tumble to the ground with everything else. "Whoa, there!" I heard Toby say. "You alright?" He asked, still holding onto my waist.

I turned to see his face. "Yeah, I was trying to avoid taking two trips." I laughed at how stupid I must have looked.

He bent down to help me pick up the papers. "You done for the day?" He asked as he helped me gather everything into one pile.

"Yeah, I was just bringing this up to you and then I was going to head out." I said grabbing them from his hands.

"I can just take it from here," He offered. "You can get out of here."

I stood up holding the coffee and brief case. "How about I help you carry these back so we can avoid another accident like this happening?" I smiled.

"Deal," he smiled back.

"So I didn't know you were friends with Caleb?" Toby wondered as we walked back to his office.

"Hanna and I have been friends since high school. So I've known Caleb since they started dating," I nodded.

"Oh that's cool," he nodded. "Hanna's nice, I like her."

"Yeah she is," I agreed. I set down the brief case and coffee on his desk. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Bye," I turned around awkwardly.

"Can I walk with you?" He asked as I was leaving. "I was just going to head out too."

"Sure," I half smiled. I guess it couldn't kill me to make a friend. It might be nice, to have someone who doesn't know anything about Nick.

He shut off his lights and locked his door. "Alright lets go."

We got in the elevator, bringing us to the basement parking. "Do you go out much?" He asked leaning against the wall.

"Not really," I admitted. "Hanna practically forced me."

"I don't really either," he shook his head. "It was kind of nice though, getting out, and not thinking about work."

We stopped talking as three more people joined us on the elevator. Soon we were squished in the very back corner, touching shoulders. I couldn't help but focus on the way our hands dangled so closely together. They were almost touching. Almost.

Finally it made it to the basement and we were all set free. "Where are you parked?" He asked.

"Just over here," I pointed to the left.

"I'll walk you," he said without hesitation.

"You don't have to," I told him.

"My car is this way anyways," he shrugged.

We walked in silence until we reached my car. "Thanks," I said turning to face him.

"No problem," he said hands, in his pockets.

I was about to turn away, when my heel got stuck in the crack of the pavement and I rolled my ankle falling forward on to him.

He reacted fast, his hands catching my waist, like magnets. "You ok?" he couldn't help but laugh at me.

"Yeah," my face turned red. "You're always saving me."

His arms were still wrapped around me holding me up. "Can you walk on it?"

"Yeah," I said standing up, only to go limp again from the pain.

"I got you," he said as I bared all my weight in his arms. "Here," he opened up the passenger door and gently set me down in the seat. "Let me see your foot."

He knelt down by my feet and took off my shoe and looked at it. "Does it hurt here?" He pressed around my ankle.

"A little," I bit my lip.

"Can you move it?" He asked.

I rolled it in circles slowly.

"Are you going to be able to drive home?" He looked at me with worry.

"I think so," I nodded.

He stood up extending his hands. "Come here."

I grabbed his hands as he helped me up. "See if you can walk."

I walked around to the other side of my car. It was sore, but I would be fine. "I'm ok to drive," I turned to face him.

"You sure?" He asked one more time.

"Positive," I nodded.

"Ok," he handed me my shoe. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," I smiled.


A/N: What are your thoughts? Concerns? Questions?