Disclaimer: This part is written just for fun. Anne's just writing a poem about Reid, and studying. So, don't be confused about this chapter. It has nothing to do with the story. Well, in a way, but not very important, just wanna kill some time.

Anne sat in her room, thinking of Reid once again. Books, and papers laid around her on the desk, but all she thought about was him. She pulled out a paper, and wrote down on it.

"Open books,

Blank papers,

So much work for me,

but no time for 'we'.

You're well gone,

I know this,

but I wish I would have gotten,

one last kiss.

'Space and Time are to different things in that-'

What are you doing now?

Now that I'm not in your arms?

'People used to think the planets revolved around Earth-'

Are you crying?

Do you feel like dying?

Thinking I don't love you?

'They also thought the world was flat-'

Much like my aching heart,

instead of loving are caring,

now bitter and tart.

'Scientists concluded that-'

Forget this mess,

I don't care if I fail the test,

I just wanna be with you'. "

Anne closed all her books and put them back on the shelves. She gathered her papers, and picked up her poem. She reread it, and thought it was a good poem. Her mother would have liked this poem. Her mother used to read her poems all the time when she was a child. It had become a nightly thing after dinner. She would sit in her mother's lap, curled into a ball like a cat, by a warm fire. She missed those times. It's like things got worse as she aged, but don't they always? Reid wasn't the first bad thing to happen to her. May other bad things had happened. Her mother's illness, her father's absence, Her grandfather dying soon after, and now not having Reid.

What hurt her most was, that all the men in her life, had somehow for some reason, just left her. Left her behind in the coldness of the earth, waiting for the next man to come and scoop her up.

'Why?' she would ask herself. 'Why would you wanna leave me behind? What had I done to deserve this? Why? Tell me! I wanna know why none of you wanted me! Damn you! Damn you all! I hate you dad, I hate you Reid, I hate you grandpa! I hate you all!.

She left the library angrily, and walked home. The cried in her room a river of tears, hating men, hating her mother, most of all...Hating herself.

A/N: Very sad, I know. Just felt like being angst-like, and dramatic.