Ric looked around the room silently for a few moments before the feeling of loneliness truly sunk in to him. Running his hand over the empty space beside him in his bed he sighed inwardly and cast his eyes onto a photo sitting on his bedside table. He had no idea why he had placed it there of all places. Every time he woke he would see it and want to cry, every time he went to sleep he would see it and dream of nothing but her. So many times had he thought of her, and so many times had he stopped himself from crying, but nothing stopped that lonely feeling in his heart. Nothing had ever compared to Diane, and nothing and no one ever would because she had been his world. He'd loved her for so long that he couldn't imagine not loving her, he'd seen her bright face every day for so long that he couldn't imagine a day without her.

Falling in love was too easy. It's amazing how fast he found himself falling in love with her, and before he knew it he had fallen so hard and so fast that he knew he could never return to 'normal'. Falling in love is so easy, falling out of love isn't.

Ever since she got with Owen, Ric had tried to tell himself that they could never be together, but his best attempts had been squashed by that loving feeling he encountered every time he saw her. When he saw her he couldn't help but be reminded of the times they had spent together, he couldn't help but feel the pain of her rejection stabbing through his aching heart.

Shaking his head he managed to turn his attention away from the photograph to the clock. The red digits informed him that it was 12:37am. He shook his head, but decided that there was no use returning to bed at the moment, and so he lifted himself from the bed and wandered into the kitchen. Pouring himself a glass of water the phone began to ring. He stood confused for a few moments, wondering what the ringing was before he realised what it was and made to pick it up.

"Hello?" He answered, trying to hide the utter suprise from his voice.

"Oh thank god you're up, Ric." Owen's voice was the last Ric had expected to reply on the end of the telephone, especially since Owen was actually relieved to talk to him.

"Well... I had just come down for a drink... what do you want?" Ric asked, being as to-the-point as possible, and he didn't really care if he sounded rude either.

"Ummm... well. I broke up with Diane, and she's gone missing. At first I thought she'd just gone out in the heat of the moment.. but she hasn't come back and I... well I guess I'm kind of worried about her." Owen was speaking so quickly that Ric barely heard a word, but he nodded silently before realising that Owen couldn't see him.

"I know where she'll be... but don't you dare tell me you're worried about her. Don't you dare." Ric whispered before putting the reciever back down.