One month later.

Abby opened her eyes slowly. Turning her head, she saw Ray staring at her.

"Morning." She whispered

"Morning."

She started to sit up but he pulled her down.

"We have to get up." she said

"But I want to stay here."

"Ray we have one day off…" he cut her off by kissing her

When he pulled back, Abby continued

"Together and I am not spending it…"

He kissed her again. This time, when he pulled back, she was smiling.

"Then again, maybe a few more minutes won't hurt."

He moved himself so he was on top of her. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers again.

Abby's head was resting on his chest while Ray played with her hair.

"Move in with me."

Abby pulled away from him and sat up.

"What?"

"Move in with me." He repeated, sitting up

"I…I don't know what to say."

"Abby you're here practically every night now and Neela moved out of your apartment last week. If anything, you're going to save money."

"This is a lot to think about." She said, "I mean its not like I don't want to."

"Don't think about it…don't analyze it…just do it."

"Ray…its just we…we haven't been together long." She said, "How do you know this is going to last. You could be at a gig and you could meet someone. Then what happens."

"If you think that I would cheat on you with some random girl that maybe you are right. Maybe you shouldn't move in here…hell maybe we should just call this whole thing off."

He climbed out of the bed and stormed out of the room.

"Ray…wait."

She heard a door down the hall slam. Abby climbed out of bed and made her way out of the bedroom. Making her way to the bathroom, she tried to door only to find it was locked. Knocking on the door, she said

"Ray…open the door Ray."

There was no answer. She knocked again.

"Come on Ray…please open the door."

When she realized that he wasn't going to answer, she turned and slowly made her way down the hall towards the bedroom. Walking into the bedroom, she headed for the closet and began pulling out her clothes. She carried them over to the bed and set them down. Slowly she turned and made her way to the dresser and gathered up the few things she kept in there.

Returning to the bed, she began to fold her clothes. As she set them to the side, tears began to well up in her eyes. She wiped them away with the back of her and continued with her task. When she finished, she looked around and saw a bag on the floor. Crossing the room, she grabbed the bag and carried it back to the bed.

She heard the bathroom door open and then footsteps in the hall. Quickly she began to stuff her clothes in the bag. The door opened and Ray stepped inside, a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Abby…what are you doing?"

She didn't answer, just continued to put her clothes in the bag. Ray walked over to her.

"Abby?"

She turned to his and saw her tear stained face.

"Abby…what's going on?"

"You said it yourself Ray. Maybe this isn't a good idea…maybe we should just call the whole thing off."

Without waiting for his answer, she zipped up the bag and grabbed the strap. Stepping around him, she walked out the bedroom and down the hall with Ray following behind her. She crossed the living room and was heading for the elevator when he said

"Abby…wait…don't do this…"

She turned to him.

"Ray maybe you were right…maybe we aren't made for each other." She said, "I think I got all my things. If not, just put them in a box and bring them to the hospital."

She turned to the door. He grabbed her arm, stopping her.

"Abby…please don't go."

"Why not Ray. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."

He didn't say anything, just continued to stare at her.

"That's what I thought. Good bye Ray."

She pushed open the elevator and stepped inside. As she was about to close the gate, he said

"I love you."