Author's Note: ~ Back in five; Jeremy Kyle's on~

Disclaimer: If I didn't own it three chapters ago; why change now?

Breathe, just breathe,
Take the world off your shoulders
and put it on me
breathe, just breathe,
Let the life that you live be all you need

I could feel the tears splash down on to my cheeks. I sat at the bar, a white wine cradled in my hands. My boots tapping some unknown tune in my head. She was here because of him.

Because he broke her heart.

I picked up the glass sourly and pulled it to my lips; taking a long and generous drink of it. My mind was seething at the days events. It started out innocently enough; the three of us. Eric, Nell and me. Playing around the ops room; doing what we always do. Well, what we used to do before Nell came into the picture. And then, I turned my back for two seconds to check on the computer programme I was uploading and when I turned around; I saw Nell's lips on Eric's.
They were kissing.

She suffocated the tears in her eyes.

Hetty didn't even bother to stop me as I stormed out of the OSP office; my mind wiling the tears at the back of my eyes not to fall just yet. Wait until I was by myself. And that's how I ended up here. In some seedy bar on Sunset Boulevard. The smoke around me fills my lungs, but it doesn't matter if it suffocates me; my mind tells me that I'm already suffocating.

That kiss.

Tears fell down my cheeks more as I heard my phone ring. The usual ringtone of 'Never leave you' plays throughout my handbag. I pulled it out and looked at the caller ID.
Eric.
I wanted to answer it; to tell Eric where I was and ask him to come talk to me; ask him why he did it. But I couldn't bring myself to press the little green button and answer him. Instead I pressed the red one and threw it back into my handbag.

I couldn't believe that he would do that; that he would kiss her. In front of me. I gave a small scoff as I took the last sip of my wine and placed it on the bench. The barmaid asked if I wanted another glass; which I declined. Stating that I needed to get back to work.

She needed to face him sooner or later.

I took a deep breath and slid off my barstool, picking up my handbag and walking out into the Los Angeles heat. It's better to do this sooner rather then later I suppose.