A/N: This chapter only consists of Lisbon and Jane being REALLY sad :D. So, if you don't really want to read that, feel free to skip this chapter. But I think you have to read it, because it really took a long time to make it like this :D.
Disclaimer: The Mentalist is not mine.
Lisbon entered her apartment, tears streaming down her face, and closed the door behind her. She leaned against it, and slid down to the floor. She pulled up her legs to her chest, and placed her head on her knees.
What had she done? Why did she argue with Jane? She didn't want to argue with him, that's for sure.
And why did he just gave up their relationship, without even thinking about it, without discussing it with her?
So many questions, but none of them really mattered. Because she knew the answer to it. It was the answer to another big question that ran through her head since that morning in the container: Why him?
Because she loved him. She felt he was her better half, the love of her life. Then why did she do this to both herself and him?
She grabbed her cell phone out of her pocket, and dialed his number.
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Jane ran upstairs, to the attic, his attic, shutting the door behind him. He ran his hand through his hair, and sighed.
Yes, he had really broken up with her.
And yes, he regretted it.
He shouldn't have done it. He shouldn't have yelled at her, or even think about arguing with her.
Hell, she shouldn't have even started this complicated affair with her. But he couldn't help it. And now, he was being selfish. Really, really selfish. He gave up their love without thinking about it. Or discussing it with her.
He grabbed his phone from the table in the middle of the room, and dialed her number.
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"Lisbon?"
"Jane."
"Yes, that's me. Why are you calling me?"
"I just wanted to know how you were doing. Obviously you're doing great, you sound like you're doing great."
"Yeah, given the fact of circumstance, I'm doing pretty great. How about you?"
"Well..."
"What 'well?'"
"Yes, I'm doing great. Feeling alive, like always."
"Not sad?"
"Of course sad."
"For what? Why would you be sad?"
"Oh, just... just things, you know? Like the fact that the tea I made an hour ago is cold. Or that I can't seem to get to sleep. These things."
"I see."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Okay, that's great. How's Walter?"
"Walter's great, I guess. I haven't spoke a lot to him the last few days."
"Why?"
"Well... things. Obviously I was too busy with the case."
"Nothing else?"
"Nope."
"Oh."
"I'm going to hang out with him tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to it."
"Okay."
"He's going to pick me up from work, and then, we'll go straight down to the nearest restaurant."
"Cool."
"Or at least, that's what he told me."
"Yeah."
"Jane, are you okay?"
"Hmmm?"
"I asked if you are okay?"
"Yes, I am. You already asked, by the way.
"Really? Oh, how stupid of me. I must have forgot your answer."
"Apparently."
"Do I see you tomorrow morning?"
"Yes, you do. Good luck with Walter."
"And you good luck with Kristina. You're dating her now, right?"
"I believe I am, yes."
"Great. Well, see you tomorrow."
"Yes. Bye."
"Bye."
Lisbon hung up the phone, and collapsed again.
And so did Jane, but they didn't knew it from each other. Somewhere, deep down, they had hope the other collapsed as well. But you couldn't be entirely sure unless you're really there. And they weren't together. Nor were they together in a relationship, nor were they even together in the same room. And it felt cold, not having the other around them. But it was the best for both of them.
A/N: I know, it's short, sorry! But I thought it would be stronger if it was shorter :D.
Review, then I will know what you think!
