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All Just A Lie:

Chapter Two: The End.

Mitchie took a deep breath as she held her quivering hand over the button upon the elevator wall. It was the button that she had pressed countess times in the past, but now, she just couldn't. Her finger refused to move as Mitchie closed her eyes and half-heartedly begged herself to push her finger forward. She knew she had to do it but at the same time she had never wanted to do anything less.

Why?

Because it would mean the end.

How could it be the end?

It couldn't. It just couldn't. The notion wasn't even fathomable to Mitchie.

But, deep down she knew it was. Their time had come, not by choice, but by force.

Mitchie stepped backwards, abruptly pressing her back harshly into the wall, praying that that it would some how burst open and drag her into the darkness, and drag her from executing this terrible action. She had remembered waking up the day after her 'meeting' with Packard records, her mind was so free and cloudless, thoughts of breaking Shane's heart, along with her own, were no where to be found. But, unfortunately, the memory had returned to her with a painful jolt, the tears following almost instantly.

They had been through so much to get to where they were today. It had taken lies, deceit and attacks before either could admit their true feelings to one and other. And now, Mitchie was going to demolish that.

"You can do this, Mitchie. For Shane."

For Shane.

The two words that forced her to take a confident step forward before ramming her finger hastily into the button. A loud ding followed this action and then the elevator shifted into action, far too quickly for Mitchie's liking.

She closed her eyes, begging the tears not to fall as the doors flew open, signally her arrival at the correct floor. She stepped our mechanically, her feet dragging her around the few corners and towards the door she do desperately didn't want to find.

She hoped he wasn't at home, but she knew he would be. In fact, he was expecting her. He had practically demanded she visit him, after she had ignored all means of communication for the past two days.

Yes, for the past few days she had disregarded his phone calls. She had only rung him this morning when she received a voicemail that truly showed the concern and fear that was dominating Shane. She had promised to come and visit him today, and she knew that today was the time to break the news, or rather, tell the lie.

Her shivering hand hovered over the door, her breaths erratic and irrationally loud, she was positive that he would be able to hear her sharp, wheezing breaths from inside his apartment.

"For Shane." She whispered to herself.

And it was exactly that, everything she was doing, it was for Shane. Everything she was about to put him through, everything she was about to put herself through, it was all for him. For his career. For Nate and for Jason. For everyone but herself.

She had tried to avoid the thoughts of what this would do to her, she didn't want to give a second to contemplate how this would effect her. She didn't want to imagine her life without Shane. It would be no life at all. At least one Mitchie didn't want to bother living.

She shook her head, not wanting to reason herself into being selfish and not going through with this. She could never live with the guilt of destroying something Shane loved, for destroying everything he had worked so hard to get. So instead she would destroy herself.

"For Shane." She whispered one more time before she finally bought her fist down on the door, her breath catching uncomfortably as she heard movement on the other side. And then Shane was there, a relieved smile on his face as he engulfed her in a hug and then pressed his lips against hers.

She should have pulled away. It was wrong to make him think everything was OK seconds before she broke his heart.

But she couldn't deny herself one last piece of him, that one last kiss, that one last goodbye.

She pulled away eventually, her lips burning form the contact and the tears scorching her eyes as she realised just how excruciatingly hard this was going to be.

"I've missed you. Are you going to tell me where you've been hiding the past few days?" Shane laughed as he closed the door, leading the absent minded Mitchie into the living room.

"Err….been busy." She replied, her voice strained and sore. Shane turned to her, a scrutinising look on his face.

"Are you ok?" He questioned, although his tone of voice told her that he already knew she wasn't.

"Yeah..." She winced, knowing her voice had betrayed her once again. But she didn't have a choice, she was focusing too hard on fighting against the tears the pummelled against her eyes. "Shane…I need to talk to you about something."

"Sure, anything." Shane said slowly, as he wandered over to a barstool and perched himself upon it. "You're safe right, there's nothing wrong...I mean." Shane rambled, his sudden fear making Mitchie's heart ache.

"I'm fine." She told him softly, forcing a minute smile upon her lips.

"Then what is it?" Shane questioned. "Is it the paparazzi, was there another story about you?"

"Shane..." She stopped, his name sounding foreign against her tongue. "Please, just let me talk." Shane's face seemed to wipe of any emotion at her words; he nodded slowly, willing her to continue.

"Erm…I…I.." She stammered, she couldn't do it. Not when her heart was screaming at her not to do and her head was pounding as she searched for word's that she could use, tormenting her with memories of their once so blissful relationship. "I…" She bit her lip as she began to pace around the room, her eyes upon the floor before she suddenly stopped short in front of Shane, her eyes snapping up to meet him.

Her eyes glazed over his face for a few moments, wanting to remember him like this. His face was so serene and handsome. She wanted everything to stop, she wanted none of this to be happening. But it was, with one last look at his piercing eyes she spoke.

"I think we should break up."

Mitchie refrained the urge to gasp as a sharp, unexplainable, constricting pain tore through her entire chest. Her eyes filling up with tears as she realised what she had done. She had just broken up with the love of her life. Her first love, her only love. And she knew she had ruined her life, she would never love another like she loved him.

"W…What?" His voice was quiet, his eyes fixed upon a spot on the floor. He wasn't moving, he wasn't blinking.

"I…I think we should break up." Mitchie repeated for a second time, this time being even more painful, if that was even possible. She watched as Shane remained still, barely breathing.

"Why?" He questioned in the same timid voice, his lips still the only moving part of his body.

"I…I just think it's for the best." Mitchie stuttered, cursing herself as she realised she had never thought of a reason, she should have known he would want one. The blood was pumping loudly around her head now, her legs growing weaker by the second, she stumbled back slightly, but Shane, whose eyes were still transfixed upon the floor did not notice.

"Why..?" He whispered again. "You said…you said you were happy." He murmured his muted voice like sandpaper against her throat. His eyes finally snapped up, a glint of anger flickering in them. "You said you loved me." His voice grew stronger, and the anger and hurt was apparent. It was Mitchie's turn to freeze, her body motionless despite the tremors that shook through her entire body. "You don't love me anymore?" Shane questioned, his voice cracking as he did.

"Of course I do." Mitchie blurted out before she could stop herself.

"Then why are you doing this?" He asked her.

"The…. The paparazzi." Mitchie told him before she could even contemplate what she was saying. Her train of thought then slipping from her concentration, a few tears breaking free from their prison.

"But, you told me you didn't care. That was two days ago." Shane exclaimed as he jumped up from the stool. "You said you were happy just being with me."

"I know…" Mitchie whispered, realising her mistake. She clenched her fist tightly, wincing as her fingernails pierced her skin.

"Then what is it? Did someone put you up to this?"

"No…"

"Then what is it?" Shane demanded. And Mitchie opened her mouth before she could think.

"There's someone else."

Shane froze once again, his features contorting from uncontrollable shock to sheer pain and betrayal.

"Someone else?" He choked out. Mitchie merely nodded, her mind screaming as the shock of what she had just said swarmed her mind.

"Is that…is that where you've been the past few days. With….him?" Shane could barely say it, his eyes shutting tightly as he did. The thought of Mitchie with another man making him feel physically ill.

"No, no. I haven't cheated on you Shane. I promise." Mitchie told him. No matter what she had to do, she would not let Shane think that.

"Oh, that's so much better." Shane hissed. Mitchie pressed her lips together as more tears poured down her cheeks, her shoulders shaking as more sobs ripped through her.

"I can't believe this." Shane whispered, dragging his hands over his face and through his hair.

Mitchie refrained from gasping as he took his hands away from his face, an expression withholding his features that Mitchie had never seen before, and never wanted to see again.

"Please, please don't do this, Mitchie." And then he was crying.

"I…I have to." Was all she could say, this was too overwhelming. She had expected yelling, shouting, hatred and right now, she would have preferred that. His face was twisted into an look of sheer suffering, his eyes wide as tears swarmed him.

"Michelle, listen to me when I say this." Mitchie sobbed loudly as he used her real name. "I love you, so much. Please, please don't leave me." He pleaded, taking her tear soaked face within his hands. "I'm begging you, don't throw this away."

Mitchie couldn't speak, she couldn't even form a sentence. He was so close to her now, his tears mingling with hers. She wanted, more than anything, for time to stand still, to kiss him, to hold him, to tell him how much she really loved him, to tell him the truth.

"I don't want to have to face my life without you." He choked out through his tears. "Please, re-think this. Af....After everything we've been through, you can't just throw us away." Shane pleaded, his eyes growing wider as he pleaded with her. Mitchie just stood, shaking under his touch.

"I can change, if that's what you want, I can change. I promise you I can. Just please, give me a second chance." His tears seemed to get harder as he spoke, as did Mitchie's and as did the pain that tore through her.

"You're the most important thing to me, Mitchie." Shane whispered as he brushed his lips against her cheek. "I'm begging you, just stay with me." Mitchie closed her eyes as he kissed her cheek once more, his lips a slight antidote for her pain. Her breath was becoming hurried as she began to panic. She wanted to be sick, but pushed the impulse back as she opened her eyes once again. The picture burned in her mind forever, the picture of heartbreak that was written over Shane's traigically sad features.

The one person she had ever loved, ever would, was stood in front of her, pleading with her, crying. She was the reason for his tears, for his pain, for his heartache. And she had never hated herself as much as she did at that moment.

"Please don't do this, Shane. It..it's for the best." Mitchie offered, her voice small and almost inadudible, her vision clouded by the tears.

"I...I.." Shane paused, swallowing loudly as he moved one hand and buried it within her brunette locks. "I can't imagine my life without you in it, I don't want to." He whispered. "I know you love me, too, Mitchie, don't do this." He leant forward slightly, pressing his lips against Mitchie's quivering ones.

Once again she knew she should have pulled away, but she didn't, she couldn't. Instead she let her mouth work in sycronistation with Shane's. Her skin was raw as his thumb glazed over her cheek bone, every touch more intense and more sensual than she had remembered. Her stomach was suddenly engulfed with a strange empty feeling, this would be the very last time that their lips ever touched. An ominous fog seemed to cloud her mind as realistion hit her, and she let her body revel in of his touch. How could she give this up? Shane pulled away after a while, his forehead resting against her's, their eyes locked.

"Please..." He stammered out once again, his adam's apple tremoring. Mitchie shook her head slightly, the drops of water pouring from her eyes, she could feel Shane's partnering them, she couldn't do it anymore, she couldn't watch this. One more second and it would surely kill her. With that thought she lifted up her shuddering hands and gently pulled Shane's own hands away from her face.

"You're really doing this?" Shane questioned as he swallowed loudly, his jaw clenched as he fought against his tears.

"I have to.." She said again, the words sounding less convincing as she continued.

"Stop saying that! You don't have to, Mitchie!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "Is this what you want, I mean really want.....for us to be over?"

NO.

"Yes." She breathed as an expression of phyiscal pain flickered over Shane's watery features.

"Fine." Shane said, his words shaking as he wiped a hand over his face, wiping away the fallen tears "Then there's nothing much I can do. I hope....I hope you have a happy life. Goodbye, Michelle."

Mitchie felt like she had been punched, hard, in the stomach as he uttered a goodbye to her. This really was it. The end. She nodded at him as she muffled another loud sob with her hand, turning towards the door.

She opened it with a shaky hand, fighting the urge to turn once again and leap into Shane's arm, begging for forgiveness and begging for him to take her back. But she didn't, she couldn't, so instead she took a step out of the door.

"I love you, Mitchie. And I always will, nothing will ever change that.'

Mitchie closed her eyes as the words hit her ears and that's when she knew her heart would never be whole again.

A/N: ...Tadaahh, chapter two!! What did you think..? I have to admit, I actually cried whilst writing it, how pathetic is that!?! Anywhoo, hope you liked it. It would be totally awesome if you could press that little button and give me a review...it would make my day!

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