Cole was in the apartment he had once shared with Phoebe. He missed her so much. It was alright she thought he was evil, he deserved it. But he wished he could make her see. He wasn't evil. He loved her. Cole picked up a picture of him and Phoebe sitting on the table. He missed those good times they had had. Was it so wrong to want her back? Maybe he should just leave town. Maybe that was the answer to all his problems. Cole got out a suitcase and started packing his things.

Phoebe walked to the building that held Cole's apartment in it. She took the elevator up, the whole time wondering what she would say. When she got there it was hard for her to see the place she had once lived. She found his room.to see him packing.

"You're leaving?" Phoebe asked him.

Cole turned around and said," Yes. I think it will be better for you. And me. I can't stand to watch you hate me."

"Just like that, you come back and then you leave again," Phoebe said.

"You hate me so why shouldn't I go."

"I don't hate you, Cole. I'm just.mad at you," Phoebe said softly.

"Still, maybe I should leave; let you get on with your life. Just like you always wanted to," Cole said, shutting his suitcase.

He turned around and he kissed her one last time, before he left.

"Don't leave. I need you. You're not evil anymore, so why can't you stay?" Phoebe asked, crying now.

"You don't love me. You're just confused. But I love you," Cole said.

"I know," Phoebe said.

He went down the elevator, out of her life. But little did she know that it wouldn't be for long, Cole wouldn't even leave San Francisco.