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Lizzie's feet were curled beneath her as tears slipped from her eyes. She grabbed a tissue and wiped furiously at her blotchy eyes. She wasn't going to do this again, she wasn't going to start crying. She sniffled as she wadded up the tissue and tossed it inside the trash bin.

There was a loud knocking on the door, and Lizzie's head lulled to the side. Her mind briefly tangoed with the idea of getting up, but as she pulled the blanket tightly around her.

She stared blankly at the wall her mind going over and over the day almost four days ago. When he'd looked at her and he'd said that they were over, that he didn't want to be with her any more.

The front door clanged open. Lizzie turned slowly towards the door, Miranda strode into the apartment.

"Lizzie you can't keep doing this," she stated. She leaned across her and picked up the tissue box, then scooped up the blanket.

"Miranda," she sniffled. Lizzie wanted to hear sympathy, but during the last couple of days she'd used up all of Miranda's stock.

"No. No, no, no, Lizzie. You can't do this. Get up. We're going shopping."

"I don't want to go shopping," she whimpered.

"You're going shopping. You're going to get out of this apartment."

Lizzie buried her head in the cushions and tried to block out Miranda's voice. Everything she was saying made sense, but her heart wasn't anywhere near being in it.

"Miranda, since high school...Before high school....we did everything together! He was one of my best friends."

"And your life will go on." Miranda walked past her and went into the bedroom. She pulled open the closet doors and began to riffle through the clothes. "Guys will come and go and I'll admit I believe he acted like shit, there was no reason for what he did."

Lizzie drug herself into an upright position, the blanket still draped around her shoulders. Once again she replayed the moment in her mind, then she had an usual moment of clarity. "Miranda, you were there that night..."

"No, Lizzie. We're not going to do that. You're not going to put me in the middle!"

"After everything he did? He never gave me anything so much as a reason. His reasoning sucked. His way to do it sucked, everything about him sucks."

Miranda simply ignored him as she placed a white pair of slacks and a bright green sleeveless shirt.

"You're not serious are you?" Lizzie muttered. "I've never even worn that top."

Miranda dangled tags from her finger. "I know, but it's time for a new start. Now, come on. It's time to get up. Let's go through the breakup routine; hair, nails, make-up, pedicures. It's over Lizzie, but it will probably work out for the best."

"I don't want it to be for the best. I want us to be us again."

Miranda laid the outfit beside her, studied her best friend. "You don't remember 'you time' do you?"

The vaguely familiar phrase sparked Lizzie's interest, but then she shook her head.

"You remember it, I know you do. You just quit doing it. Lizzie your life became all about you and David as a singular unit. You're your own person with interest outside of him. Now, get up, you're going to start living a new life, a life just for you."