A/N: I'm so sorry that I haven't been around in awhile, but I finally found the time to update. This isn't the best chapter, but it needed to be written. Also, a few of you asked if you will get the backstory, and I promise you will, but it'll be in broken up pieces.

He had never seen that look on her face before tonight, but it was one that was going to be engraved into his memory for the rest of time. He had gone and screwed up again for no reason. Sometimes when things got too serious, he felt the need to run and become a past version of himself that he didn't particularly like too much - especially at this moment. No, at this moment he hated himself more than ever before. He wanted nothing more than to wipe the tears that were running down her face and to apologize a million times, but he knew that if he even inched closer to him that she'd try to claw his face off with her neatly manicured nails. "Zoe..." He sighed, he didn't have anything to say to her. He meant his apology, but Zoe wouldn't believe him. To her, he was just the scumbag she met on her first night in Bluebell.

"Don't," she shook her head, "just don't."

All that night, she had stayed up in bed awake, crying to herself and eating away a tub of ice cream. She couldn't believe that he would hurt her like that again. She knew things felt off, but she didn't know how bad it really was. Wade Kinsella would never change. He was just a man who couldn't stay faithful if he tried. She thought that she had found true love in him and that he was the love of her life and that he felt the same way, but at this moment, she didn't believe it one bit. She wished that she could erase him forever to forget all the pain and trouble that he caused. She thought that if they had the technology, it would be the best thing to ever happen to her. She searched it for what felt like hours, but finally found a place called Lacuna, Inc. located in New York. It was a rash decision, yes, but it was the only way to leave him in the dust once and for all.

"Why would she do this?" Wade asked with a pained expression. He couldn't understand why she would just go and erase him like that. The man thought that it would be better off if she didn't talk to him for the rest of their lives instead of erasing him. He had never felt such pain before; he had never felt so small and forgettable.

Lemon put on her sympathetic face and reached across the bar to place her hand on Wade's. "You hurt her. You know this already." She didn't have much to say about the particular situation. While she never liked Zoe very much, she did know that what Wade did was wrong. But still, Wade was one of her closest friends and no matter how angry she was with his actions, she had to be there for him. "I'm sure that it burns a bit right now, but that'll go away in the future." She flashed a weak smile, but Wade didn't feel any better.

"I'm calling this Lacuna place."

"Why?" Lemon asked. "Just leave it alone."

Wade shook his head. "If she can erase me then I'm going to erase her, too."

The blonde let out a strong laugh. "That is the dumbest idea I have ever heard, Wade Kinsella. And that's saying a lot because you are full of dumb ideas."

Wade rolled his eyes and took his hand out from underneath hers. "Thanks for the support."

Later that afternoon, Wade pulled out that stupid card and dialed the number for the company. Instead of wimping out, he set up an appointment to drive up to Manhattan and have Zoe Hart erased from his memory. It wasn't an easy decision, but it was for the best. After he hung up, he started drinking whiskey and by the end of his shift, he was almost too drunk to speak, but ended up walking back home. "I'm erasing you!" He shouted once he was out by the plantation. "It's all falling apart. I'm erasing you and I'm happy!" He yelled at the top of his lungs as tears stung his cheeks. Realizing his bottle was empty, he threw it as hard as he could and heard the glass shatter in the distance. He thought of Zoe and her face popped up in his head. He imagined screaming at her and letting her know the true pain that she had caused him. "You did it to me first!" He said to the image in his head. "I can't believe you did this to me."

As he came closer to his house and hers, he started running. "Do you hear me?" He asked into the wind. "By next week, you'll be gone! The perfect ending to this piece of shit story!"

He kicked the bushes in front of him, trying his best to let out all of his anger as he groaned loudly and kicked at basically nothing.

"Wade?" He heard her voice coming from behind him. "Wade, are you alright?"

He turned around to face her with a big grin plastered to his face. "Great, just great." He said under his breath as he started to chuckle. "Get out of here, Zoe."

"Are you drunk?" She pulled her coat tight around her body and raised her eyebrows as she waited for an answer.

"Does it matter? Does it really, truly matter?"

Zoe huffed. "Why do you hate me so much?" For a moment she looked sad, but quickly fixed her expression as she tugged on his arm and lead him to his place. "You need to sleep," she told him.

"You need to get out of here," he told her.

"What is wrong with you?" She almost yelled as she opened the door and shoved him inside.

For a moment, he just stared at his ex-girlfriend. "You're what's wrong with me." His voice was low and muffled and Zoe could hardly understand him. She rolled her eyes and lead him into his room where she proceeded to push him onto his bed and took of his shoes. The man rolled over so that he was face down in his pillow. "I loved you. I loved you so much. And now I'm erasing you. And I'm happy."

Though his voice was muffled, Zoe caught the end of what he was saying. It confused her quite a bit, so she let it go, thinking he was just drunk and rambling. She slowly backed out of his room and turned the lights off for him. "Goodnight, Wade," she whispered and sighed. She didn't understand what was wrong with this man and why he acted so weird towards her all the time. She wished that she knew, but there was nothing about her that he seemed to be happy with. It was all bitter and anger from what she could tell.