A/N : Another chapter! This is a post-breakup short story. I can really relate to it since my love consists of... yeah, ANYWAY!

Forgive grammar and punctuation goofs. This is going un-beta'd and I hate reading over what I write.

Who knew a pint of chocolate chip ice cream by Ben & Jerry's could become your best friend? Oh yeah, the heartbroken.

I snuggled back into the corner of the couch with a huge, fluffy blanket wrapped around me as the television flicked with a movie that I wasn't really even paying attention too. This ice cream was having an orgy in my mouth and tI found poking little crescents in the ice cream was more entertaining then Emma Stone talking about the velocity of terminological inexactitude.

I groaned and slammed my head against the back of the couch.

My mind was spinning over what had happened over the past three days.

Things were just fine with my boyfriend. He was perfect. He was good looking, smart and probably the most sensitive man I have ever met in my life besides my awkward Father.

But things just.. fell apart. We grew apart as I worked my ass off to get a good job as a secretary in a Lawyer's office and he was just poking away at his piano for 11 hours a day. I just couldn't handle it and argued with him almost every waking moment for him to go out there and get a job. Because the musician schtick he was going for was not working well for him. He has amazing talent but no one would sign him. He was in denial. Edward has so many other skills he could use while making a great living.

I cleared my throat as my eyes began to sting as my head began to weigh down on me. I did love him. I dolove him. However, being with someone with no goal is not an option for me.

I looked up at the movie, silently praying it would take me away from my thoughts as Olive Penderghast strutted in slow motion down a hallway while every single student stopped and turned around to ogle her. She blew a kiss to the camera.

Edward used to look at me like that everytime I came around him.

As the tears began to flow, I hastily wiped them away and shut off the TV and took my ice cream back to the freezer, slamming the door shut.

I let out a deep breath as I leaned against the kitchen sink and gazed down the drain, waiting for my heart to stop swelling and contracting to the point that it was starting to hurt.

I needed air.

I quickly ran to the dining room table and grabbed my black peacoat and purse before running to the door and sliding on some leather converse's grabbing keys and running out of the house, shutting the door.

My hand slid along the railing as I ran down the stairs of my apartment building before entering the lobby and quickly pushed out the front doors into the crisp night air.

I inhaled a deep breath of the fresh air and slowly let it escape my lungs, closing my eyes. My mind went blank as I just concentrated on the sensation of the cold breeze. It was refreshing and revitalizing.

My eyes snapped back open when a silver Mustang sped by with all the windows rolled down and music blasting in it.

It must have been love! But it's over now.

The lyrics stung and my shoulders slumped as I glared at the car speeding from my view. Out of all the songs in the world they just had to be listening to that out.

God hates me. I know this.

I shook my head to clear the images that threatened to tear down my control again and started walking down the sidewalk, squeezing my eyes shut before opening them again. I hoped that this walk would do me some good. As if it was a walk to get over things.

I wonder if there was a bridge anywhere close by.

I walked past the apartment building that covered my block and looked down in front of my shoes at every line on the sidewalk, not stepping on them.

I must have walked well over a couple blocks since when I looked up, I was standing in front of Edward's apartment building, staring at the front doors.

"Oh, my God," I breathed, my eyes wide as I looked around in a panic, hoping he didn't see me.

The tears began to run freely now as I yearned to walk up the five stone steps and buzz for him to let me come up. But I knew I couldn't and it was killing me.

I needed to move on and so did he. The worst thing to do now is to go up there and beg him to come back to me and get his life together.

I did what needed to be done; I turned around and walked home, sniffling and wiping away the last tear I would spill over my broken heart.

It's over now.

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