A.N. – I think Bradley can be written in many different ways. In this fanfic, he's just a guy who's in love with a girl who's no longer in love with him.

He loves her. But there's no way this is happening. No way she walked away from them and everything they had. No way she left him to pick up the pieces of his broken heart and their failed relationship. It's just not true. Not possible. Not real. He's going to wake up tomorrow and this would all be a terror his imagination created. A horrible illusion. He refuses to believe it. He walks up the stairs to the apartment and opens the door. He doesn't believe it's true yet his apartment seems empty compared to how it was a mere week ago. Like she erased herself completely from this place. No shirt or hairbrush or perfume left behind. There's no way this is happening.

He loves her. But he hates her. She just left him. Like their relationship meant nothing. Like he wasn't worth it. Like he didn't deserve her. But no. She was wrong. She was the one who didn't deserve him. He did everything right. He treated her well and listened to her when she was mad and never tried to fight or argue or disagree. He looks at the pictures of them with his family from when he introduced them. She said that she loved them. Loved how normal they were. Loved how easy going they were. She said her family always had mysteries to investigate and disagreements to sort out. She said she was excited to have them in her life forever. She's a liar. He hates her.

He loves her. But maybe it's his fault. If he had been more interesting or playful then she would have stayed. Would have chosen him. He didn't like sparring or solving crime or being stubborn. And those are some of the main building blocks of who she was. Who she is. If he had tried to be interested in those things then maybe they would still be together. If he had done better, if he had been more like her, then maybe it all would've worked out. So, he boards the plane and hopes that she'll see him as wild and reckless and fun when she hears about what he's done. Maybe when she sees this impulsive decision, it'll draw her back to him. Maybe he should've been doing things like this for all of their relationship. Maybe that's why she left him. Maybe it's his fault.

He loves her. But that doesn't mean anything. He loves her and he misses her and he wants her to be here. Wants it so much that he can almost hear her laughter, see her smile, feel her warmth all over this resort. She doesn't love him. She walked away from the altar. To be with someone who crashed their wedding. Someone who was barely there for her for years. Someone who hurt her over and over again. And he never hurt her. Always thought of her and them and their relationship and their future. But it's all gone now. And all the joy and happiness and excitement he once felt with her. That doesn't mean anything.

He loves her. But he has to set her free. So, he sits on the beach where they were supposed to have their honeymoon. The breeze on his skin and the alcohol on his lips. He lets the heat of the sun wrap around his body and can't help but remember her hugs. All soft and gentle but he could feel the power behind it. He knew she would protect him. Would love him. Would do anything that was best for him. And maybe that's what she did. Maybe she realized she couldn't love him the way he deserved to be loved. He gets it. He understands now. But his chest aches in a way it never has before. And he knows that holding on will only make it worse. He takes a deep breath and tells himself what he has to do. He has to set her free.