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Ok…. About this chapter……please don't hate me! PLEASEEEEEEE. This will be the second lath chapter! I repeat….there is only going to be one more chapter after this!

Please Enjoy this chapter!

"It hurts"
"I was wondering if we could give it another shot? Get back together?" He says trying to get my eye contact, but I look away. My stomach stirs with an unknown emotion.

"You broke up with me, and now you want to get back together?" I whisper. He nods as I look up, that feeling in my stomach is now identified as anger. I feel my brain switching to auto-pilot. "What about what I want? I'm just supposed to jump to your call am I? You've treated me like shit recently, first you dump me in a restraint, then you play petty pranks, you thought I was crazy and you insulted me constantly. I don't think that they're the grounds that you start a new relationship on, let alone re-start and old one." Enrique looks genuinely shocked, he stuttered before he found words.

"I'm sorry for what I put you through Oliver, I don't know what else to say, I really want it to work" He pleaded. I stared coldly at him.

"You didn't try to hard last time"

"So your just going to throw it away? Just like that?" He asked. I shook my head.

"You threw it away Enrique, not me." I turned to leave, but stop when he calls.

"I have one more thing to say." He pauses. "I'm going to go back to Italy, live with my mum" I turn back quickly, to see him looking back at the painting.

"What? Why?" I ask promptly.

"Do I need a reason?" He responds callously, turning back toward me.

"Yeah ya do!" He just shakes his head.

"It's obvious, I think" He turns from me and starts to walk away, but stops at the door, and without turning speaks. "Does it hurt?"

"Does what hurt?" I ask quietly, my voice shaking vaguely.

"To have someone slip between your fingers?" He doesn't wait for a response, he's already left the room. I sigh heavily.

"Yeah, it does"

What do I do? I don't want Enrique to go, but I don't want to take him back just like that, yes, I still like him, a lot. But I'm not just gonna pretend that nothing happened, he dumped me for the exact same reasons that he said he wanted to take me back? What the hell kinda logic is that? Should I ask him not to go? Will that even do any good? Maybe he wants me to think like this? Maybe this is a trap? I should just leave it? He might change his mind? Maybe…………..

Picking up the newspaper, my mind briefly returns to Enrique, before coming to rest with the thought of the 'front page news', everyone is going to know, my secret. Unfolding it I notice that my story is not on the front page, nor is it on the second mage, or the third. Flipping through the paper I don't see anything on my, until I reach page 72, and down in the bottom right hand corner is a tiny column on me. Well that's kick in the pants, why is this not front-page headlines? What so special about a 10 car pile up killing 7 people? I guess I should be happy? No-one going to read it……but I'm still kind of disappointed that I only got page 72. At least it's one less thing on my mind.

And yes, Ruffer was returned to me, safe and sound. Though I wasn't as happy as I thought I'd be. All I can think about is Enrique. He's leaving. I don't know if I'll be able to get used to it. We've all live together for more than 5 years, I don't know if I'll be able to survive, just Johnny, Robert and myself. Enrique was my sanity, my rock. Not that he was ever that sane to begin with.

I think I'll go ask Johnny what to do! He'll know!

"I have absolutely no idea what you should do!" Johnny said shrugging. I gaped. That's just not good enough!

"Why don't you know?" I whined. "You have to know! What would you do?" He looks thoughtful, but only briefly.

"Well, I never would have had anything to do with him in the first place!" He flicks the TV station o some kind of insufferable wrestling show. He's no help. I'm about to leave, before Johnny decides that he should add something.

"You shouldn't need to ask anyone what to do Oliver! Just ask yourself…. Is it worth losing?" That just doesn't sound Johnny-ish. He stops taken away with the wrestling for a moment, and then continues. "Enrique's booked a flight back to italy for this evening. He seemed pretty eager to get away from here. So if your going to make a decision, it had better be soon" There's a short silence before, with his eyes fixed on the TV, Johnny shoots up from the couch, and fists the air shocking me in to almost toppling over. His mouth falls open in shock and anger.

"Nooo!…. Ref! What the HELL were you watching?" He sits back down dramatically. "F:cking Ref!" he mumbles. Ahhh…. Back to reality, now we're back to the 'real' Johnny. I walk away in silence, trying my hardest not to disturb Johnny's television show.

Disturbing thoughts enter my mind on my walk down the corridor. All these thoughts centring on Enrique. He's messed with my head! I hate this! I need somewhere to think straight, what better place, than where this whole mess started! The restaurant.

Please don't flame me. It does get better.

Like I said before, this is the second last chapter. The next chapter will be the last chapter of Eyeliner and Mascara- reaplied. It will be the end of Eyeliner and Mascara forever. I don't think I will be doing a sequel for it, a sequel to a sequel…… would be kinda weird.

So I'll see you all for the final chapter!

BOE4eva

Cassie