A/N:The last chapter!Okay I know I couldn't resist the italics are Better Man by Pearl Jam, The last little thing is White Orchid by White Stripes. Owning nothing that i am using for the time being.

Took so long to update because I got writers block with this story. Sorry. So that's why this story leaves with such an ending couldn't think of anything else. Maybe when I get going again, a sequel or prelude to who it knows.

Still haven't named any characters in it. Dont plan on it either, suspense kills.

He was watching them again, day two since the little fight beside the coffee shop, and still unaware of them being watched, being followed. For being members of the LVPD, he really did think that they would have clued in by now, he was even leaving little clues that he knew, neither caught on, they were pretty thick headed if you asked him. Or maybe they knew, and didn't care. Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop

The time was four in the morning and she couldn't sleep, physically she was tired but her mind wouldn't let her drift off to dream land. She had to tell him it wasn't right, he didn't deserve it, neither men did. She was using one to forget the other and vice versa.

Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech

She hears the door shut and she rolls over, not letting him know she's awake until the last moment. She rehearses her speech one last time.

'I'm not happy and can you honestly tell me that you're happy too? I'm not saying this marriage was a mistake; we might have just rushed things. I feel we've grown apart and the gap is so big that I don't think we can overcome so for the best I think we should get divorced' how hard was it to say that? Not hard right, then why did she pretend she was sleeping when he came in and laid down?

As he opens the door, she rolls over...
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over

She's not sleeping, he knows this her uneven tones of her breathing even though she tries so hard to deepen and even it out, her form is too rigid, she needs to relax if she wants to pull it off. But he disappears into the bathroom to get ready for bed, her posture is still wound up so he speaks into the darkness.

"I saw you today" was all he said before he rolled over to go to sleep. A tear slipped onto the soft pillow beneath her before she finally drifted off to sleep.

She wasn't in bed when he woke, her side neatly pulled up, the picture in the bedroom that had the tendency to drop to one side just a tad everyday was fixed. The knick knacks were straightened on top of the dresser, everything was in its place, not one speck of dust anywhere.

He found the freshly brewed coffee first, before he found her sitting at the table staring into the mug.

She wasn't sure how to start her speech she had said over and over in her head.

"Do you want a divorce?" he asked, the hot coffee burning his throat on the way down but it did little to dampen his dry throat. She silently nodded, wiping a tear away.

"I think it's best"

"Was it something I did?" he questioned, again she shook her head no. Finding her mouth suddenly dry and unable to work

"Then why do it?" he stared at her

"I really don't know, it gave me a rush knowing I could be caught, he looked at me like I was the only one in the room and gave me attention i didnt even know i wanted" she said talking into her coffee cup.

"You knew the circumstances when you married me" he pushed away from the counter and went to busy himself with the daily task of getting ready for the day.

She came to him in tears, he couldn't say anything, he let her into his apartment and into his arms. Whispering encouraging words into her hair, trying to wish away her pain. Tears were still coming down her cheeks as she removed her head from his now wet chest.

"It's over, he saw us, I don't know where or when but he did" he used his thumbs to wipe away the tears that kept running down her face.

"Everything's going to work out" he said softly

"I hurt him so much" she sobbed and he pulled her to his chest again as the sobs overtook her body.

"Maybe I should just go away, away from everyone" she said in between sobs. He didn't like that answer

"Don't say that, what about me?"

"You're better off without me too" he rocked them back and forth gently

"We'll work something out" and tried to think about the best way possible to solve this.

Her breathing soon slowed and he laid her down on his couch, covering her up with a spare blanket, where it came from he didn't know, but it smelled okay. He left her sleeping as he tried his best to go solve something that was breaking her heart.

She was a little alarmed when she woke up to complete darkness and no one was home, the silence was a little eerie, the humming of the refrigerator and the clicking of the kitchen clock and the distant sound of traffic was all she could hear. She huddled her knees up to her chest.

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Not the one she wanted but what did she expect? They both loved her each in their own ways, she'd hurt one more than any forgiveness can forgive, and one loved her with his whole heart and would be crushed if she chose to go away. How did her life become such a mess?