Martin's POV:

God I'm pathetic. I can't sleep, can't eat, and can't function properly. I can't believe she broke up with me! Yet here I am wallowing in my own self pity and can't even eat a descent meal. I think all I've eaten today is a pop tart when Mac yelled at me to eat. Why can't she see that I love her and just want to help her?

I'm gonna write her a letter; I love her but I'm not gonna wait around forever. Grabbing a pen and paper I fell back onto the old couch in my apartment. I should really get a new couch.

After I finished my letter I drove to Simon's and left the letter in Ruthie's room. Simon looked at me strangely when he saw how crappy I looked but whatever I'm done caring. I just nodded my head acknowledging his hello and went off on my way. I felt somewhat better now that I expressed my feelings to the whole break-up and it was nice knowing that Ruthie now knew how I felt in all of this. I fell back on my bed and felt myself drifting off to a somewhat peaceful sleep.

Ruthie's POV:

I came home from therapy and saw Simon sitting at the kitchen table doing his homework. "Hey Simon." He looked up shaking his head and went back to writing his paper. "What's up?" He kept writing totally ignoring me which is strange. "Are you mad at me?"

"Yes you could say in a way I'm mad at you."

"What did I do?"

"You broke that poor guy's heart and by the way he was looking today he probably hasn't eaten or slept in days. He dropped off a letter for you and left." Simon went back to his paper leaving me to myself. I slowly walked into my room and picked up the letter off of my bed

Dear Ruthie,

I think it's awesome that you're going to therapy and all but you really hurt me. I love you Ruthie and I can't just sit by and pretend that I'm okay with you breaking my heart. And now that I think about it it's bogus. I'm always there for you because I LOVE YOU and the time when you need me the most you toss me aside.

I know that you're still dealing with Jimmy and I know that you're not going to get over it anytime soon but you still didn't need to hurt me. I guessing that Simon told you that he thinks I haven't slept or eaten in days and I haven't.

So I'm thinking that you were right that we need to talk some time apart and we BOTH need to think about if we want this relationship to continue or if you wanna give up. I'm going home for the summer so you probably won't see around but IF you wanna talk then you know my number.

And this may sound harsh but I need to let you know what I'm going through and that you're not the only one hurting in this situation. My heart broke every time you cried over that bastard pardon my language. I hurt for you all those nights that you called me in tears to come stay with you. I hurt when we hung out and you would barely notice me. I'm hurting too and I know that you're going through all this Jimmy stuff but I just got my heart broken.

So I'm thinking that maybe what would be best is if we went off on our own separate ways for awhile and maybe when you're better we can give us another shot.

Martin

I couldn't believe that he felt like that. I thought that he would be okay with waiting for just a little bit while I dealt with this but I never thought that I would break his heart. I love him too much to do that yet it seems that I already did. God what's wrong with me?

Martin's POV:

I woke up still tired but not tired enough to go back to sleep. I sat up in bed and just starred at the wall. Tomorrow I was going home to spend the summer with my dad and maybe just maybe heal my broken heart. The ball was now in Ruthie's court and it would be interesting to see what her next move was.

As I made my way to the kitchen to get something to eat there was an urgent knocking on the door. I instantly flew to it swinging it open and Simon was standing in front of me.

"Simon what's wrong?"

"Is Ruthie here?"

"No why?"

"She took off." I gripped the door as Simon's words replayed over and over in my head. "She took off." I flew out the door grabbing my keys and shoes as my mind raced with possibilities of where she could be. I just hoped that she didn't relapse in any way. I couldn't handle it if she was hurt. I was racing so fast that I didn't see the bright white headlights before everything went black.