A/N: This bit of story popped into my head and demanded to be written. I wish I could explain it better than that.
we've all been there at some point
She couldn't keep her lip from shaking as he walked away from her. Surely he couldn't see. It was dusk, only getting darker as each moment passed. She gulped down, her throat tight, the tears threatening to escape.
The slam of his car door made her entire body clench, but she managed not to jump. As he drove further and further away, the hope she felt for a happy ending dwindled inside of her, her muscles loosening slightly, but only enough to begin shaking.
She was still shaking when his tail lights vanished around the bend on that dirt road, her hope gone with him, the total absence of his presence finally allowed her to let her pride go, tears streaming down her face in hot, messy streaks.
She couldn't breathe.
She couldn't cry out for help.
A slight pounding began in her skull and her legs began to buckle.
She was too weak to stand, feeling herself collapse into the grass beneath her, her head pounding, her shaking arms keeping her upright, her chest heaving with silent sobs.
She finally breathed in a ragged breath, only to feel her lungs tighten in her chest. She felt her heart squeezing, trying to beat, as the struggle for air overcame her again.
She screamed into the night after her lungs filled, releasing a bit of pent up energy, the pounding in her head growing stronger, the tears flowing thickly.
He had promised - she was his home - why had he left?
Wasn't she - weren't they - why the hell -
The air felt heavy. The arms that kept her up, buckled beneath her, and she got a taste of the dirt he had been standing on.
She just couldn't breathe.
Her fingers weakly grasped at the grass, reaching for anything that was remotely logical, her tears blurring her vision badly enough that she just kept them shut.
Her lungs demanded air, she found herself breathing in again, felt the burning tears streaming down her face as violent sobs escaped her lips.
Reality settled over her.
Neal was gone.
She was alone.
Again.
She didn't even get to tell him.
She was pregnant.
At 17.