Oh my god, no one knows the movie? "Down to you"? With F. Prince Jr. and Julia Stiles? Okay, now I know officially, I'm a freak or at least not normal, I know way to many movies. Okay I go to cinema once a week so that's abnormal, too. *sigh*

"Well, that was definitely not the reaction, I was hoping for," she heard a voice from the door to the locker room.

Startled she turned around staring at her ex girlfriend, who was now leaning at a locker a few meters away from her.

"What do you want from me, Allison?"

"I want you," the blonde said, never taking her glance away from the brunette's eyes.

"I can't. I can't do this," Remy told her, her voice only a little over a whisper.

"Well you could do it the last six months," the blonde challenged her. "What changed?"

"Everything Allison, everything changed but you didn't and you won't."

"You think I would be here, if I wasn't willing to change?"

Remy looked at her, surprised and her heart made a jump. Her eyes shining and showing her inner happiness about Allison's words. She never thought about the possibility that she would really change. But just as she was about to smile at her, letting her know that they would somehow make this work, she felt her hand trembling, the paper falling from her hands in the process.

She looked down, her eyes full of fear, her whole body paralyzed. The only part of her body that was moving was her right hand.

Realizing her other reasons to end this relationship, she pushed her hand into the pockets of her jeans as deep as possible and looked at Allison, her face hardened.

"Like I already said, I can't," Remy said, looking down at the ground."Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible... Damn right…"

"God, stop quoting, that doesn't help right now."

"It doesn't? Well, then what's this?" Remy picked up the sheet that had fallen to the ground earlier and waved it at her, arching an eyebrow at Allison.

"I thought it would make you listen to me. Look, just give me the chance to say a few things. After that you can still say no."

"It doesn't matter what you say," the brunette said in a monotone voice, again lowering her head, not looking at her former girlfriend. "It won't change anything."

"You can't even look at me while you say those things. You don't mean it, I know you don't. Why are you doing this?"

"Because this just won't work, Allison. There are enough reasons. We don't have a future, you know that," the brunette said slowly. "I should go now."

The blonde's eyes were watering as the brunette still didn't look at her and moved to leave. Leave the room, leave her, leave her life. And then she understood. "Oh my god."

As Remy walked past her, she turned around and grabbed her wrist. "This is not about me anymore? This is about you. You're running away from this, from us, from me and from your disease."

"Don't you dare make this about me. You had me, you had all of me but only in our little self created world. I wasn't enough to be in your real life and I will never be."

"I never had all of you. I had Thirteen and I had Dr. Hadley but I never had Remy."

"You can't be serious. I confessed my love to you. I held you all night. We talked for hours and hours. I told you everything about me."

"What if I can name you at least two situations in which you lied to me?"

Remy just looked at her challenging, not answering verbally.

"The day you broke up with me. In the locker room I asked you if everything was okay and you told me it was. LIE! And well you actually lied twice to me in the lab when I caught you testing yourself." She was lucky that she remembered every little moment of the last six months.

"Those were just lies to protect you, not to hide something from you," Remy tried to defend herself.

"Well, yeah the ones in the lab maybe but when you lied to me in the locker room it wasn't to protect me. You wanted to hide something from me and it took me long enough to get what it is. You had your first tremor that day, haven't you? The way you were staring off into space, just like when I found you in the lab. Exactly the same. You didn't tell me because you wanted to protect yourself. You didn't want it to be real and telling me you had your first symptom would have made it real."

Remy was speechless. She was caught. She never wanted Allison to know those things. But with one thing she was at least partly wrong. The symptom did not only make her realize that it already started. It made her realize how much more there is to come and that she didn't want Allison to live through that. And so the situation in the lobby was perfect. She knew Cameron would react like that and that gave her a reason for what needed to be done. It was better that way.

"Even that doesn't matter, Ally. We're done. For good!" Remy was about to pull her arm away from the blonde, when she felt the hand around her wrist tighten. She looked up to see tears all over her former girlfriend's face.

"Wait. Just one more thing. At least look me in the eyes while you say it," the blonde choked out. When the brunette looked up she loosened her grip, but she did not let go. She let her fingers trail down to her hand and softly caressed the younger woman's knuckles.

Remy gulped. She could be rude and lie easily but looking into people's eyes while doing so is definitely not her area of expertise.

When she felt the blonde's fingers travel to her hand her breath caught in her throat. That would be the last time she would ever be this near to her. She took one last breath, taking in the feel of her touch, the way she smelled, the way her hair fell over her shoulders, her mesmerizing green eyes and the form of her lips. The lips that she would never be able to kiss again.

"It's over," she finally said, pulling away her arm and turning around to leave the room, hearing the loud sobs from behind the door as she was about to close it. She hesitated once more before finally shutting the door and leaving the hospital.

As soon as Remy was out of the hospital she began to run. She felt like she needed to, so she ran to the parking lot, jumped into her car and drove off with screaming tires. She had to get away as fast as possible. Her ears were deaf; she did not even hear the people honking at her. She did not even know where she was headed to until she parked her car and walked to the front door of the old house. There was a big fence marking off the garden from the side walk in front of the little house. It was simple, really, painted white, brown window frames and a brown wooden door. The grass hadn't been mowed for weeks.

When Remy stood in front of the wooden door, she hesitated but finally rang the bell. When the door did not open for a while, she sighed and turned around.

Just as she was about to walk away again, the door opened. She turned around again and saw a surprised expression on the face that was looking back at her.

"Remy?"

So that's it. I'm not really happy about this chapter and I also did not have the time to reread it. Any mistakes? Just tell me. It's shorter this time.

The quote Remy uses is from Marcel Proust.

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