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Alone

I was sinking again. Getting lost in his eyes, his smile. His hair. The stupid little things which should not affect me, but were. It was always the stupid things which drove me crazy! He had broken me. I watched the man I loved walk the aisle. To marry the woman that he loved. A woman that was not me. That thought killed me.

I desperately wanted someone to heal me. I wanted to have someone to have and hold in my heart forever. Sure, I had Adrian, but it was never the same. Thinking back to what me and Jake had before he fell for Amy. I had always been lonely. But he always had a way of making me feel wanted, loved. He had a way of helping me numb all the pain.

The evening came on, and they were declared husband and wife. Night fell upon us. I sat at one of the tables, drinking. I looked over to Jake, who was dancing with his new wife. A small stab in my heart, knowing that he was not there to get me through the pain.

I had been stupid enough to let my guard down around him, handing him a heart that was open to be being broken. I gave him the opportunity, and he broke it. Unintentionally of course. It was Peralta, he would never do it intentionally. But he loved me. He used to at least. I liked being someone he loved.

I was once again falling under. Letting my emotions drown me. This time however, I had no one to turn to. I lay awake that night. Wide awake. Usually, I would ring Jake now. Let him talk to me until I found the peace of sleep. But I could not do that anymore.

I was jealous. I wanted someone to love me the way that Jake loved Amy. The way he used to love me. It was easy to say it of course, but things are never as easy as they seem. Jake was always able to help me escape my mind. My demons. I could not stand it any longer.

The couple went on their honeymoon. I was alone at work. It broke me. He was not here. I was alone. I had learned that I was not as effective at consoling myself as Jake was. I excused myself from the room, and went up on to the roof. I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall.

I was so used to Jake coming, seeing me come out here. No words would be said, he knew me better than that. No, he would wrap his arms around me, and the sound of his breathing would calm me into coming back around.

I never told him why I would cry. He would never ask. If he knew why, he would never come out to me again. No matter how good a friend he was. He would not keep coming out, knowing that I was crying over him loving someone else.

I broke me, that I was once more. Alone.

Authors Note: Please read and review. This was just a short one to [ut a bit of emotion into Rosa as she doesn't often show it. I have plenty more (Happier) stories about Jake and Rosa. :) Thank you