A/N - Thanks to all of those who reviewed. I decided to go along with your wishes and continue. I'm not sure it will be much longer than the originally intended two-shot, but there's at least this chapter and possibly one or two more. It all depends on whether or not the material comes to me. Well, enjoy! And please check out my other story, When the Whirlwind Comes.

I sat there by the bay window of my apartment, shivering and cold, my face wet with tears. I was surrounded by darkness, with only the tiniest bit of illumination coming from the sliver of moonshine that pierced through the thick glass. I wrapped the blanket around me tighter, trying to rid my body of the ever-present chill. The one that has consumed me without you. Deep down inside of me, I knew that only you would be able to cure such an ailment.

You see, ever since we broke up, there has been only one adjective that I'd use to describe myself: cold. He noticed it too. Perhaps that's why he had stormed out of here tonight, ranting and raving about how he couldn't be in a relationship with a shadow. Those were his actual words, for I wasn't a whole person without you. I was merely a ghost of who I used to be. And that was at best. Most of the time, I was dead altogether, mind, body, spirit.

I silently wondered how long I could continue like this. How long could I carry out this slow and torturous suicide? Every night I reached my arm up to pull myself back over the cliff, yet I dropped it before I made any contact. Why? Why couldn't I just say something, anything? Because I was scared, scared to death.

Although my existence was meaningless without you, I still held the smallest shred of hope that there might still be a chance for us. If I were to call you up and you were to reject me, to reject us, I couldn't bear it. That would be the point where my death would completely evolve from figurative to literal. Could I risk that?

I wiped the tears away from my eyes, clearing my vision slightly. Was I any better of like this, crying my eyes out over you every night? Look where it has gotten me so far. Alone. Noone could stand to be around me, and I couldn't blame them. I was a morbid, unhealthy individual.

God bless him. He had the patience of a saint. Had the situation been reversed I would have left a long time ago. He endured as much as he possibly could. A strong man. But no matter how I tried to contort him, he wasn't you. So he left. He finally realized that no one should have to go through the anguish of living with me in my current state. He left, and he took with him my last link to sanity.

The phone then caught my eye. Funny how it seemed to be the only object in the path of that lone stream of moonlight. It sat there, taunting me. My mind soon joined in, as I began to recall every memory I had of you and I. I simply rolled my eyes. I knew where this would lead, even before I began the process. Call, and hang up. Call, hang up. It was the same every night. And then I would mentally scold myself multiple times, adding to my psychological maladies.

Yet, there was some small part of me that insisted tonight could be different. After all, he was gone wasn't he? Nothing to hold me back. No guilt to loom over my head. Right now, I had hit rock bottom. I had noone in my life. If I could just muster up the courage to talk to you, and on some off chance you'd come back to me- well, then I'd be sitting on the top of the world again.

Tonight, punching the numbers in took longer than usual. I had to physically force myself to hit each digit with trembling hands. The tears were flowing one hundred times harder now, enough to fill the Grand Canyon. I didn't even hear the phone ring before your voice filtered through the speaker. "Hello?"

I was quiet. A silent sob escaped my throat. I had tried to choke it back, but I couldn't. I knew you heard it, because your voice was suddenly more eager, more alert.

"Hello?" you demanded, your voice filled with both concern and impatience. You could be so paradoxical sometimes.

My finger automatically traveled to the end button. Same outcome as every night. But I just couldn't bring myself to push it.

"Just say something" you coaxed.

But what to say? I had come past the point of no return at this juncture, but how could I possibly put into words all that you needed to hear? My mind was blank. I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears and all of the thoughts swimming through my head. I sniffled quietly and opened my mouth, determined to let some non-existent mystical force guide my words. Before I knew it I heard my own voice echoing through the empty apartment. A mere two words. "I'm sorry."