A/N: Demi is back. Enjoy. Follow me on Twitter AViolentEmotion, that way you can bitch me out for this story in real time! Lol.

As the plane touched down in Los Angeles, I had never felt more alive. I'm not gonna lie, I was incredibly nervous and I knew that the hardest part of my journey was still ahead of me. I had spent the last two years rebuilding myself from the ground up. I learned how to love me. For the first time in my life, I have control of myself. Complete control. My emotions and insecurities no longer define me. They are a part of me, but they don't rule me. As I walk through the airport, I can't help but feel relieved. I'm home. It didn't take long for people to realize who I was. I stopped for a few pictures and autographs. Once I made it to the baggage claim, I grabbed my backpack and caught a cab home. I had gotten used to grabbing whatever form of transportation I could find. It's not the destination that matters, but the journey. I try to keep it interesting these days.

As I walked through the doors to my house, I smiled. I missed it here. I immediately make a beeline for my studio. I can't say I wasn't surprised to see my white grand piano sitting in its place. That can't be good, I thought. I noticed something else. It was a small white envelope addressed to me. It had Selena's handwriting on it. I picked it up, and opened it. I took a deep breath before I read the words she had written.

My heart literally stopped. Deep down I always wondered when this would happen. I shouldn't have been surprised. Once I got over the initial shock, I tried to figure out what I was going to do. Part if me wanted to just accept how she felt and let go. There was another part of me though, one that wanted to fight. I literally had no idea what to do.

I sat down in an attempt to gather my thoughts. My mind was racing. Taylor? Really? How did that even happen? The part that really upset me was the fact that she's going to marry her. I know Selena. Marriage is something that is very important to her, if she commits herself to another person, thats it. If she marry's Taylor, I'll lose her forever. I don't know what to think or how to feel about this.

I read the letter again. Maybe I missed something. Maybe somewhere in her words there was still hope. As I reread it, it felt like my heart was jammed in my throat. She was done. I was too late. She gave me another chance and I blew it. I let her slip through my fingers. I was familiar with the pain of losing her. I had already been through it before. This was different. This felt final. This was a different kind of pain. Knowing that someone else would hold her, not me. It killed me. Knowing that I pushed her so far away from me, she would never be mine again. It killed me.

I watched my tears as they fell to the floor. I wasn't sobbing, just crying. I knew what I had to do, I just didn't know if I had the strength to do it. I had to make this right somehow. At the very least, I needed to give us some sort of closure. I needed to say goodbye. I folded the letter and put it in my pocket. I left my house and stood out in my driveway. I took a deep breath and got into my car. There was no turning back now.

As I knocked on the door of what used to be my house, I couldn't help but feel sad. The love that built these walls used to be so strong It's my fault that things turned out this way. I raised my fist and tapped my knuckles against the door. I wasn't expecting Taylor to answer, but she did. Her blue eyes were completely shocked to see me standing there.

"Demi?" She questioned.

"Hey." I said quietly. "Can I talk to Selena?" I asked.

"She's not here. She won't be back until Sunday night." She answered.

We both stared at each other in silence. We were sizing each other up. I know that she felt incredibly awkward. I could tell she was trying to figure out if I knew or not.

"Can I come in? I'd like to talk to you if that's alright?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Umm...yeah. Sure. Come in." She said as she stepped aside to allow me to enter. As I walked through the doorway I immediately notice how different it is. Taylor definitely lives here, I think to myself.

"I like what you've done with the place." I say, trying to break the ice.

"Thanks." She says carefully. "You wanna sit?" She asks pointing to the kitchen.

"Yeah." I answer.

We both sit and resume staring at each other. It seemed completely absurd to me.

"When did you get back?" She finally asked.

"A couple hours ago." I answered. I pulled the letter out of my pocket and slide it across the table to Taylor. She opened it and started to read it. It didn't take her but a few moments before she glanced up at me.

"So you know." She stated.

"Yeah." I answered quietly.

"Did you come here to try and get her back?" The blonde asked me.

"No." I said firmly. "I came here to tell her goodbye."

"I'm sure she got the hint a couple years back Demi." She responded.

"Ouch." I said. "I deserved that. So I'm not gonna hold it against you. I know you love her. I'm thankful that she has you."

"Look, I don't have a problem with you Demi, I never have. I just don't know if having you around is going to be a good thing for Sel. She's been through the ringer. You know that. You always confuse her, she doesn't know how to let you go. How is it that you randomly show up right when she finds the strength to do it?" She asked me.

"I had no idea any if this was happening." I replied. "I have a daughter with her. I can't just leave and never come back. That was never my intention. I left to get better. I left because I was a fucking mess and I didn't want to destroy her."

"Did you ever consider that leaving would destroy her?" Taylor asked very matter of fact.

I was beginning to get frustrated. "I did the best I could. I loved her Taylor. I love her still. I love her enough to walk away. I will regret the things that I did to destroy my marriage for the rest of my life. I don't need you to sit there and rub it in my face." I said my voice strained.

"What do you expect me to say Demi? It's ok?" She asked with an annoyed look on her face

"No...I just...I'm trying Taylor! I'm trying to do the right fucking thing!" I yelled. "Do you know how hard this is? She is my fucking life! I am nothing without her. She is literally the reason I'm standing her still alive. She is my life." I stood up and started pacing. "Promise me that you'll take care of her. Promise me." I said staring directly into her eyes.

"I promise." She said quietly. " You should probably go" She added. I nodded and walked out of the kitchen.

"I'll show myself out." I said as I walked away.

Once I got back to my car, I felt empty. I drove down to Hollywood Blvd, and decided to get out and walk around. I wandered aimlessly reading the stars as I stepped on each one. Most of the names I had never even heard of. I wondered if I was going to be just another forgotten star. As I walked I came across a bar, I liked the music that was playing and decided to walk in. I went up to the counter and sat in the far corner. When the bartender made his way over to me, I hesitated before ordering.

"Ice water please." I said to the older man. He nodded and gave me a glass. I took a drink of the flavorless cold liquid and sat with my elbow on the counter resting my head in the palm of my hand. I let the music wash over me and for the first time in a long time I didn't have any desire to numb my pain. I wanted to feel my heart breaking.