AN: Sorry it's short. I just couldn't join the next one with this, and I didn't have anything else to add here. Hope you listen to the song as well.

Like we never loved at all – Faith Hill

The blonde hadn't laid eyes on Jane since the day she had broken up with her. Waking up every day and making to it school was a feat, many a time she thought she just couldn't do it, but somehow managed. Some days she thought about her bag, the one she had left at Jane's house that fateful day. She imagined it may give her a valid excuse to go over to the Rizzoli's and get Jane to explain why she had really broken off with her, because the Academy justification was bull shit and they both knew it. But Maura restrained herself. She wasn't going to beg Jane again, she deserved better than how Jane had…was treating her.

...

The last week of school, most of the seniors were staying late planning their graduation event. And Maura had made an appearance here and there, assisting Susie with the speech she had to make, just as she had promised.

As she walked out of the school, waiting for her driver to come and pick her up she heard Jane's laughter filter into the night. She wouldn't miss that deep throaty laugh anywhere.

From around the corner, her Jane emerged. She'd never looked so good. Underneath the city lights and laughing with her friends. Maura stood in place, her heart almost beating out of her chest. And from the very short distance she could hear Jane and Frost bidding their other two friends goodbye. Frost said something funny and Jane laughed again, throwing her hand over the other guys shoulder as they turned to walk in Maura's direction.

It was then that Jane came to a complete stand still. They're eyes locked immediately, and Maura could have sworn Jane looked right through her. For the briefest of moments the blonde saw guilt flicker through Jane's features, and then she completely misinterpreted it.

Frost was about to ask Maura where she'd been hiding all this time when the blonde started talking, ''So this is why you left me?'', she pointed angrily at Frost.

Both Jane and Frost were too astonished to answer back immediately, effectively leading Maura to believe she was correct in her assessment. ''a whole week has passed Jane. In which I cried myself to sleep '', Maura's voice broke as she stepped closer to where Jane had removed her hand from Frost's shoulder. ''and look at you, doing so well. Did you even have the slightest feelings for me?''

''Mau-''

''What was it Jane? Did I not kiss you right, or fuck you well enough?''

Jane's eyes widened in embarrassment and shock. Frost just stood there with a gapping mouth. He didn't even know the two had broken up to begin with. ''It's n-''

''Am I not cool enough? Is it that I am not a senior? WHAT IS IT JANE!'', Maura yelled, not giving Jane the chance to defend herself.

The brunette was too sluggish in her response and Maura was too riled up to wait.

''How do you do it Jane? Just walk away like we never loved at all. You just moved on'', she waved her hand in Frost's direction.

That's when Jane moved to stand right in front of Maura, trying to calm the girl so she could get a word in edgewise.

Wrong move.

Maura raised her hand and slapped the brunette hard across the cheek. ''Maybe that's your way of dealing with things Jane, forgetting everything that's happened between us. But I don't operate like that. I loved you Jane, in every way I was capable of. And you broke my heart, you broke me.'' she pointed her finger roughly to her chest.

And that's when she saw her car in her peripheral vision and just simply walked away. Jane had her hand to her throbbing cheek and Frost stood stalk still, mouth still agape.

Silently they watched Maura climb into her car and the vehicle soon drove off, leaving Jane and Frost to finally exhale the breaths they'd been holding.

''Ho-ly shit'', Frost breathed. ''What the hell was that? What did you do to her Jane?'', he asked.

...

The brunette had nowhere to start, so she bid him farewell and briskly sought the confines of her bedroom.

When Jane got home she was even more depressed than she was a few days back. ''Why did I do this Ma?'', she pleaded for reassurance from her mother.

''I never said it would be easy baby. It's going to take some time to get over'', Angela comforted.

''I hate this, all of this. I hate myself for doing this to Maura. You should have seen her Ma''

''I can only imagine''

''She thought me and Frost are together'', Jane said in utter disbelief. ''she yelled at me, and when I tried to say anything she slapped me''. Angela gasped. She never pegged Maura as one to use violence, but situations like those often brought the worst out of people.

''I'm so sorry honey'', Angela stroked her daughters hair.

''She was right. How am I going to live with myself knowing that I have broken her heart so badly'', Jane whispered to herself.

When Maura got home she rushed for her mother's room. Thankfully the woman wasn't occupied so Maura jumped right to it. ''I've made up my mind mother'', she announced after being told to enter.

''About what dear?'', the woman feigned innocence.

''Oxford. I'm going. And I want to leave as soon as possible''

Constance could sense the spur of the moment decision Maura was making, and had it been regarding anything else she would have advised against it. ''Do you want to talk about this honey? Is everything okay?''

Maura briefly considered going into it all over again with her mother but she'd just lost the will-power, she couldn't do it anymore. ''There isn't much to say. I see no reason to prolong my stay here in Boston''

''Well I'll get in touch with the school right away, it's still morning in England thankfully''

''I appreciate that mother'', Maura said still standing by the door. ''and I see no reason to finish off this last week in school, I can't bare it, I just can't'', Maura breathed deeply, trying to keep her emotions in check.

''I understand dear, and under no circumstance would I force you otherwise. We can begin our packing and make arrangements to leave as soon as possible''. Constance couldn't have been happier. Not happy because her daughter was on the brink of a complete emotional melt down, but happy that her daughter was agreeing to attend Oxford and move to England with them. She had in the past sometimes doubted the genuineness of Jane's love. She saw it as petty and short lived – classic high school romance type of thing. But she was jarred at learning the true depths of Jane's love. That this eighteen year old girl had boldly let Maura go, only because she loved her too much to lead her in the wrong direction. That earned Jane so much respect from Constance, Jane didn't even know. And Constance vowed to herself that if ever the opportunity arose, she would do right by Jane….and Maura.