A/N: Hey guys. Are you still with me? I hope this chappy is up to par, I was feeling kinda blue. Had some things to work through. Well enjoy, please review, and as usual I own nothing.

"I hear ya man."

Boots was barking up a storm as they headed into the kitchen. Lunchtime for the both of them.

Taking out the dog food she poured him a healthy portion. A sandwich and a beer was what she needed. Getting these fucking thoughts out of her head would be nice too.

Having fixed a huge sandwich she grabbed a corona and headed for the deck to settle in. Solitary living suited her. She had no friends other than at the diner. Just her and Boots, and she liked it that way. But sometimes, times like now, she wished she had someone to share lunch with.

Had he found someone new? Sighing, she took a big bite. Of course he had. If having her there hadn't kept him straying, how could she expect him to have...what waited for her. It was ludicrous to even think.

Snorting she took a swig of her drink and propped her feet up.

Having slept all day she found herself alone on the bright boardwalk at night. Jesse would have loved it here. The lights and booths would have had him running around like a little kid. Smiling she headed for the nearest cholesterol stand and pigged out.

Alone on a Saturday night, they would all be at races by now. Her hands suddenly itched for her car. The speed and power of the engine. Taking a deep breath she pushed the yearning away and headed out towards the water.

It was amazing. Even more beautiful than her view from the balcony had allotted. She knew it was close to midnight. Time's almost up. Fingering the phone in her pocket she wished Mia would call. That there would be a tearful reunion followed by kisses and a long night of guilty sex.

Tears started falling then. For there would be no more kisses, no happy reunion. She was as sure of that as she was of each wave coming to meet her. Sobs ripped through her as she remembered his hands on her the first time they had made love. The promises and the dreams that had been lost.

So much love had been given and for too long not received and it hurt. It hurt. Somehow the admission was comforting. He had hurt her and she could say that now.

Looking around she saw that she was alone on the beach. Her tears were dry and her head was pounding. All alone she would have to make her way back to the room. All alone she would find a place here to live. All alone she start her life. It was how she wanted it right?

"It's too fucking late to change your mind."

The gritty sound of her own voice startled her and she rose. Not bothering to wipe off the sand, all she wanted was to sleep.

She remembered now that she had slept soundly. No dreams, just sleep.

Taking her dishes to the sink, she dropped them in the sink and headed for the bedroom. Playful noises coming from the living room made her smile. Boots was no doubt tearing up something of hers.

Stripping out of her diner soaked clothes she slipped into white chinos and a skin tight purple tank. Mia would have loved the outfit, "very Letty," she would have called it. The voice in her head made her smile.

Carlotta said she didn't smile enough. Maybe not, but she had more to smile about now than she had then.

Waking was painful. Her muscles were stiff and her clothes had melted it seemed into her skin. Stretching she hazard a glance at the clock. 11:18am.

"Arrggg..."

Shower and coffee, the only things her brain could process. Stumbling to the bathroom she cleared enough of the fuzz from her brain to make coffee. Thank God for hotel amenities.

Sipping her first cup she looked again. 12:02pm. Two hours. Just two hours. And then what?

"Fucker."

That questioning voice was becoming a pain in the ass. If she were really honest with herself she could admit she was angry. Angry that she had been right about being unnoticed. She could almost admit that she was terrified that she would actually have to face this thing she had started. But if she were really going to be honest with herself she would admit that she was scared they would call. That she would have to go back. Go back to everything just as it was.

But then again she wasn't being honest with herself was she. She was just drinking coffee watching red hued people walk below her.

Walking through her house she fingered the books that lined the walls of her study. Each one had been carefully read and cared for.

Passing through the living room she stroked the t.v. she'd indulged in. The inches would have made Vince's jaw drop.

Nearing the stairs she paused before heading up.

The house had been in disrepair when she had first seen it. Two levels of work. The first floor was done just how she dreamed it could be.

At the landing she looked around. Bare walls, sleek hard wood floors were all that this floor had to offer. Too many rooms for a person all alone.

A real two story home needed lots of feet racing the halls. Doors slamming. People yelling. So this floor would remain bare until more hands could help bring it to life.

People must have thought she was mad. Wading into the sea up to her knees fully clothed. Wearing clothes brought with her she held her phone in her hand.

1:53pm. The digits blinked at her steadily. As if they had no care in the world.

Seagulls were flying overhead. Kids were shouting. A beautiful day at the beach.

God how she wished it would end. Just for the day to be over she would pay a fortune.

1:55pm. What was he doing? Was Mia alright?

Her knuckles squeezed over the metal.

1:55pm. So close, so far. Her breathing was coming heavier. She took a few more steps out. People had moved away from her as though they expected her to throw herself in.

1:58pm. Scrunching her eyes shut she went in up to her thighs. Leon, Vince, Jesse, Mia...

"Dom."

Her whispered voice was drowned out by the beeping on her cell. Gasping for breath she hadn't realized she was holding her fist opened. The phone fell into the sea, still beeping.

Letting go of the railing she was clutching she steadied herself and headed downstairs. Boots was scrambling around the entryway. He must have caught a scent of something.

Just as she made it to the kitchen the doorbell rang. Frowning she turned and tried to quiet her barking dog.

Yelling a second time she didn't have a clue who it could be. Wrapping her hand around the doorknob she yanked the door open.

P.S.: The title of this story was inspired by the wonderful Linda Ronstadt song, "Perfidia." It can be found on the Mambo Kings soundtrack. Just a little info in case you were wondering!