In shock of her ability to say everything she's been longing to say to him after all these months of heartbreak Ruthie buried herself in her bed, you did the right thing Ruthie, you did the right thing. Her head was doing all the talking as her heart was trying to interrupt, her hazel eyes began to close.

Meanwhile martin packed his bags into the trunk of his cab; he glanced up at Ruthie's window, "Goodbye Ruthie" he whispered the sun highlighted the tear stained face of a man heartbroken. And with a sigh He slammed the trunk shut and got into the passenger's seat. The taxi driver began the ignition

"Where to sir"

"Airport"

The sound of the taxi's engine woke the young Camden for her sleep, running towards her window she saw the car beginning to pull away from his house, she was paralysed from the shock of letting go, hours past as she was staring up at the night sky, wondering if each plane had Martin in, wondering what could have happened if he didn't leave? Her head was aching from the thousands of thoughts that were processing through her head; she made her way down to the kitchen to grabs some tablets when a gold envelope caught her eye on the counter.

Addressed to her she ran her finger over the familiar handwriting, the black ink still wet, without any hesitation she ripped the envelope open…

This is for you, my best friend, the one person I can tell my soul to. Who can relate to me like no other, who I can laugh with to no extent, who I can cry to when times are tough, who can help me with the problems of my life. Never have you turned your back on me or told me I wasn't good enough or let me down; I don't think you know what that means to me. You have gone through so much pain & you still have time for me & I love you for listening even when inside you're dying. And I look up to you because you're strong, and caring & beautiful, even though you don't think you are. And I hope you know that I'm always here to listen to you laugh & cry and help in all the ways that I can, & I will try to be at least half the friend you are to me. I hope you know I would not be the person I am today, without you, my best friend. Thanks for being the friend who's always believed in me, who's always understood, who's always accepted me, who's always cared.

Martin.

Annie saw her daughters heart breaking all over again. she placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is it's hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely because almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true. You've got to hang on to yours Ruthie, do whatever the inner girl says. You'll need these."

Annie handed her daughter her passport, and a ticket to Florida "you'll be leaving tomorrow afternoon" with those simple words her daughters face resembled the happy girl she once was

"t-thank you!" she gave her Annie the tightest and loving hug she could give and with more determination then she had ever had she pull her suitcase from under the bed slinging in anything and everything in sight, she pushed the garments and zipped the case closed. She sat on the case gazing at her ceiling; this is my chance for a fairy tale ending.

OKAY GUYS THERES CH 4!!!! WILL SHE GET HER FAIRYTALE OR WILL IT BE HER WORST NIGHTMARE?