This is in Brooke's POV. You could have probably figured that one out but I just thought I'd tell you. It's talking about the same time frame that chapter 1 was.

I should have seen it coming. I should have some how known. She has been pulling away from me over the past few weeks. But I honestly thought she was just having one of her 'Haley' moments that she has at times. I guess this time was different.

She stood in front of me with a lost look in her eyes. I hated when she looked like that because it could only mean one of two things: either she was about to tell me something she didn't want to or her life was falling apart. I hate both things but in the pit of my heart I was hoping for the latter. Selfish, I know, but at least with that I'm sure that she'll cling to me and let me help her.

"Brooke, I . . . " she started then stopped. This was hard for her, and I could see it. "I can't do this any more."

"You what?" I asked in disbelief. This could not be happening to us. There was no sane reason for it.

"This," she said using her right hand to gesture between the two of us, "us. Being together, I just can't do it." Tears were falling down her face and were threatening to pour out of mine.

"What? Why?" I asked walking toward her, reaching out to wipe the tears away with the pad of my thumb.

"Because, it's wr.." she started to say and then stopped. I knew what was coming. I knew that it was the same thing as when we first started dating. It's wrong. She would say every other week.

"It's what Haley?" I asked knowingly.

"It's nothing. I just can't. That's all." She said looking me directly in the eyes. "I should go."

"What?" I wanted to stop her. To talk sense into her just like I had time and time before, but she was gone before I got the chance. She had turned and ran out of my door like a fox running from a hound dog.

I haven't heard from her since. That was yesterday. She has never let it last this long. Sure before it would last 9 hours at the most but she would always come back. Always tell me that whatever it was wasn't as important as us.

I never fully understood what her issue was. So what society says that two women together is wrong. Big deal. Who cares what other people think, right? As long as you love someone that's all that matters. I love her she loves me. That should be enough. But why does it seem that for her it isn't? Why is she so scared of what people think?

When she comes back, like she always does, I'll be sure to reassure her. I'll make her understand that I will never let anything bad happen to her. I love her too much to let that happen.

But...

What if she doesn't come back this time?

Ok I know this was short and it probably sucks majorly. But this has to be part of it before I can write chapter 3. So yes. If it sucks I'm sorry. I promise that the next part will be less sucky.