Liz was sitting on her bed, just staring at the wall. Even though she hadn't seen Max in months, for some reason she had that feeling she used to get whenever he was near, but of course he wouldn't be near. He was probably at home with his fiancé doing things that engaged couples did. Fresh tears slid down her face again. He was getting married less than a year after they had. Or would have.
"Liz, stop crying. You can't do anything about it, now. This is the way it's supposed to be," Liz told herself out loud.
Liz picked up her address book and sat staring at it. Ten minutes later she opened it and picked up the telephone.
"Hi, its Liz."
"Liz! Hi, how's things in alienated Roswell," the voice asked excitedly.
Liz smiled at the sound of Alex's voice; he could always make her feel better. "Fine Alex, how's sunny California?"
"Oh Liz, you have to come here for a visit. The girls here are amazing, and I suppose the guys are okay for you and Maria."
"Actually Alex that was why I was phoning you. I was hoping I could come and stay with you for a while."
"Liz, you know I would have you to stay anytime you wanted but what's wrong with Roswell? It's not some alien thing is it?" Alex asked seriously.
"Well, kinda. Nobody's in danger or anything, it's just…."Liz couldn't finish because of the threat of tears.
"A certain alien couple?" Alex continued for her.
"Exactly, I can't watch the two of them together anymore, knowing what I know," Liz answered quietly.
"Liz, what do you know?" Alex asked her puzzled.
"Nothing that matter. So can I stay with you?" Liz brushed off his question.
"Anytime you want, I've already told you"
"Thank you, Alex. I have to go; I'll see when I can get a flight and ring you back with the details, okay?"
"No probs," Alex answered.
"Thank you again Alex, bye."
"Bye Liz, talk to you later."
"Love you Alex, bye," Liz said, hung up the phone and looked at her watch. 10pm, it was still early but Liz felt tired. She turned the radio on to get undressed to. The radio presenter came on, and Liz went into the bathroom.
"93.3 NMZ. That was Britney Spears with Gossip. Its 10:30, which means it's time for music of the past and present with Mark Henry. We're starting today's show with Soon by Leann Rimes."
"Soon, baby I will cry my last tear soon,
I will be over you soon, darling
All these tears won't be here soon,
You know I will be over you, soon.
One night, baby, you wont be in my dreams,
One night, I'll finally make it through a night, darling.
I won't call out your name, I wont be in this pain,
I will be over you soon.
Soon as the mountains turn to rivers,
Soon as the sea turns into sand,
Soon as the sun comes up at midnight,
That's how soon that all the hurt will last,
But 'till then I'll just pretend,
It will be over, over.
I keep telling myself I'll forget you someday soon.
Soon.
Soon as the mountains turn to rivers,
Soon as the sea turns into sand,
Soon as the sun comes up at midnight,
That's how soon that all the hurt will last,
But 'till then I'll just pretend,
It will be over, over.
I keep telling myself I'll forget you someday soon."
The song went on but Liz was sitting on her bathroom floor, crying so hard she was finding it incredibly difficult to breathe. It was just a song. It didn't mean anything. It was just a song. It didn't mean anything. Liz kept thinking this to herself but it wasn't very convincing, so she just let the tears wash over her.
(AN, please don't give me grief about the time differences or anything please. I understand that I haven't taken them into consideration but I just wrote it and forgot, OK?)