Author's note: Sorry sorry sorry! I had been meaning to update much earlier, but somehow I never got around to do so. Please forgive me? :)

Summary: David stops by Millie's apartment one last time.

13/100: Melancholy

"You left me all alone on some airport," Millie said, her eyes never leaving David's, as he stood in her doorway.

"I'm sorry."

"Do you have any idea what it's like to be in a country where you don't speak the language and where you got ditched by your friend, only to have him barge in on you just a few hours later? Who ruins your place because he turns out to be some... Telepath?"

"Jumper," David muttered.

"Who cares!"

David fidgeted with the rim of his leather jacket, unable to look her in the eye anymore. "I do am sorry for leaving you there. But I had no choice-"

"No choice? You could have just come with me to protect me from those creeps-"

"I thought they wouldn't go after you," David tried, but she continued as if she hadn't heard him.

"Or you could have just zapped me home."

"You would have freaked out!"

Millie only stared pointedly at him. David rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Just go, David."

"But I-"

"Goodbye." She shut the door behind her and finally let the tears fall she had been holding back the entire time. She thought she had been over it, over him, but seeing him like this again?

"Millie-" David began through the door, but she cut him off.

"Just go! Please!" She listened carefully but was only met with silence. Had he finally listened her or was he still standing there, waiting for her to open the door again and let him in? Yeah right, he didn't need the door to open, he could come in here any second, invited or not.

She grabbed the vase on the small table next to her and threw it across the room. The white porcelain fell in shards to the floor, along with the red tulips; her favorites.

She should have known better. He had ditched her when she was a young girl, he had ditched her now and he would do it again. If his newfound friend would ask him to, he would without a second thought. She couldn't bear to lose him again.

Millie put her hands in her face and cried softly. Why did she have to meet him again? Why couldn't he have stayed away from her? She would have been so much happier. Because, who was to say these strange men weren't going to search for her again? She shivered and stood up slowly to clear the vase and flowers away. If only she could forget about these last few weeks. She would do anything for it.