"So what do you want to do?" Tyler asks. We've been on the phone for over an hour, discussing out relationships, if you can call it that. Tyler has been talking in past tense the entire time, saying we 'were in love' and we 'couldn't last forever this way'. Now, without letting me retort he has asked this question. He asks it as if I have a say after all he's said.

"Well if you don't see any hope for us-" I begin angrily but he cuts me off.

"Its not that, Caroline. I just want you to be happy. I don't want you worrying about me."

I bite my tongue before I let the viscous remarks come spilling out. Then, I take a deep breath and try to sound cool, "I'll still worry about you."

He sighs and this is when I know it is over. He isn't the Tyler I knew anymore, he's changed. "I loved you so much Caroline. I'll still worry about you too. It's just better if we end things now. We can't last anyway."

"Goodbye Tyler." I say softly and hang up without waiting for his reply.

I stare at the phone feeling torn. Part of me is devastated, the other relived. Because though he was rude and hurtful, he was right. We could not have continued like this.

Usually, I would ask mom to go out and buy me some ice cream and curl up in my bed, crying. My last million break ups were like that. I wallowed, I mourned over my lost love. This time is different, though. For so many reasons.

I get up from the couch and walk to the front door. Mom is at work, so I leave a note on the front table. It is vague since even I am still not sure what I am doing.

I get in my car and drive toward the mountains again, but this time I pull over at a small park before going up the mountain. I get out and smile when the breeze whips my hair all around my face. There is no one in the park, probably due to the chilling weather so I walk slowly to a swing and let it swing me back and forth slowly. I lean back and close my eyes, enjoying the solitude.

The leaves around me rustle and I open my eyes just as hands wrap around mine and slow the swing even slower. I look up at Klaus and he smiles. "I noticed your car pass my house. Just wanted to check on you."

I frown. "Why?"

He looks away. "You looked sad."

I turn back to look forward and think about this. He wouldn't know about the break up. Is it possible he could read me that well just as I passed his house? My next words come out without much thought, just instinct. "Tyler and I broke up."

He freezes and I feel my back hit his stomach. I expect him to make a move, flirt, do something but he just backs away suddenly. I turn and he is turning away, toward the parking lot. "I'm sorry Caroline." He says just before walking away.

I get up and run after him. "That's it?"

He doesn't look at me so I grab his arm and pull him back. When he looks at me his expression is pained. "What's it?"

"All you have to say is your sorry? What about all the things you said before and what about you-" I stop before saying wanting me.

His face changes, and it is as if he is deciding whether to be angry or to laugh. "What about you, sweetheart? I thought you 'didn't want me'."

I let go of him and he walks away, leaving me alone. Suddenly I felt overwhelmed, consumed, with fear. Fear for who I was, what I was doing. What was I doing?