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More Than Love

Part 2

It had been six months.

Six months since Alex had walked into their house and found it empty. Six months since she ran from room to room and noticed Marissa's belongings were gone. Six months since she panicked while trying to reach Marissa and only getting her voicemail. Six months… and Alex was still broken…

She was at the beach. Sitting in the very same spot where she and Marissa had shared their first kiss. She'd been going there very frequently since that day, and just like all the other times, her only companion was the half empty bottle of vodka held firmly in her hand. And so used was she to the alcohol, that she didn't even squint as she took a long swig from the bottle.

Alex reached into her back pocket and took out Marissa's letter. She had lost count of how many times she'd read it. And as much as it hurt her, she couldn't help reading it over and over again. She knew Marissa had been right and she knew she deserved the pain she was going through. But as she thought about how much she'd hurt Marissa, how unwanted and unloved she'd made her feel, a single tear escaped her bloodshot eyes, landing heavily on the sand.

After downing the rest of the alcohol, Alex got up and headed back to the house. Stepping inside, she once again felt overpowered by the emptiness that surrounded her. A feeling she never got while Marissa lived there.

She missed Marissa… She missed how tidy she was. She missed being used as a guinea pig for her cooking. She missed how she'd always put clothes out for her when she was running late. She missed the little notes she'd leave around the house every time she had to go before she even got up. She missed Marissa to the point where nothing else mattered nor existed.

She was exhausted. Something she only realized when her boss started sending her home.

She needed Marissa… the girl was her strength, her light, her life… and she cursed herself for never telling her that. But now it was too late and Marissa was seeing someone else. Alex's hands balled into fists as she pictured another girl touching her Marissa, kissing her and loving her. Then she chastised herself for once again thinking of Marissa as hers…

The door to their bedroom was still closed. She hadn't slept in there since that night, always opting for the old couch instead. She refused to think of the bedroom as anything but "theirs" and had vowed to only sleep in their bed when Marissa returned…

But she knew Marissa wasn't coming back… she knew it was over… but she couldn't bring herself to even think of moving on. There was just no life without Marissa.

And with nothing but Marissa on her mind, Alex slowly laid down on the couch and closed her eyes, longing for dreams that would bring the girl back into her arms.

A/N: should i post the next part??