I walk into Anderson's high end apartment, quiet and mournful. He sits me down on his bed, petting me on the shoulder, "Are you...are you alright?"

I shake my head, putting my knees up, trying to keep myself from crying. He sighs, "Talk to me, what's going on with you?"

"It's just..." I try to say, but I can already feel myself starting to tear up, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be here. I'm not, I'm not ready to talk about it yet."

"That's fine," he replies, lying down with me, "Just get some rest. We can talk tomorrow."

"Thank you." I whisper, closing my eyes.

Despite my exhaustion, I don't fall asleep very easily. All I can think about is Hunter. How much I love him, how much I can't stand being in another man's arms when I was just with him not two hours ago. I hate that I'm so in love with him, that even after everything that happened, the number one thing on my mind is how much I miss him and how much I want to be with him. I know that a lot of the time he didn't really treat me right, but I don't even care right now. I'm just damning myself for not letting him hold me down and making me stay with him.

The more I think, the harder it is to hold back from weeping. Silent tears roll down my face and onto this stranger's pillow. I've probably been here before, but under the worst circumstances. I can't believe that this is where I've resorted to for comfort. I don't even remember being here, and nothing's ever felt less like home. Fully clothed, I feel naked. Wrapped up in his arms, I feel alone. Under the covers, I feel cold. Somehow in one piece, I feel shattered. Nothing feels okay and I don't even know how to think properly anymore. Never before in my life have I felt so hopeless.

I don't sleep a wink that night, but I realize that it's morning when Anderson starts to wake up, the sun peeking through the heavy curtains. He glances over at me, surprised to see that I'm still awake, "Hey, you're up already?"

I nod, "Yeah, sort of, I guess."

He rubs my shoulders, "How are you feeling?"

"Honestly, not great." I answer with an understatement, "But I'm alive, I guess."

"What happened last night?" he asks, a hint of concern in his voice, "It was like one second you were going back to bed with your boyfriend and the next you were crying on the side of the road..."

"We got in a fight. A really, really horrible fight..." I explain, each word filled with sharp pain, "I ended up walking out on him. I don't even know what to do now."

He strokes my hair, "You can stay here," he offers, "I know you mentioned that you guys had recently moved in together. I've got your back for as long you need me."

"I appreciate that," I mutter, sitting up a little, "Honestly I think I'm better off just checking into a mental institution at this point."

He raises an eyebrow, "It's that bad?"

I nod, "Yeah. The worst part is...I don't even know, it's all pretty terrible."

He climbs out of bed, "Yeah, that sounds pretty bad. Do you, um, want some coffee?"

"Sure," I mutter, "Thank you."

I was going to go on about how the worst part was that I still wanted Hunter after everything that happened, but then I had realized what topped that was the fact that I went to him of all people for help. I feel beyond fucked up at this point. I follow him into his kitchen and we sit down at the table together after the coffee is done.

Trying to get my mind off Hunter for five seconds, I bring up a different topic, "So, um, what are your plans for the day?"

"I didn't really have much of anything. I guess now I'll just stay here with you for the most of the day, assuming you have no where that you need to be."

I give him a small smile, "I appreciate that. What would you be doing if I wasn't here?"

He shrugs, "Well, I don't generally work a lot of Saturdays, so I'd probably just relax. Probably have some friends over and chill out, I guess."

"Oh yeah, what do you do for work?"

"I'm an actor."

My mind flings back several months, before I had met Hunter, before any of this stuff had happened. I had wanted to be an actor more than anything. It was my dream all through high school, the reason I had moved to this damn city in the first place. It's incredible how quickly I had let myself lose sight of something that used to be everything to me.

"Oh, wow, really?" I ask, immediately interested, "That's so cool. I want to act myself, actually."

He nods, "Oh yeah? I could probably help you out there, if you want."

I grin, "Really? I'd appreciate that so much. Do you do like movies or TV shows or?"

His face brightens up at my sudden attentiveness, "I do commercials, mostly. Maybe you've seen some of them, haha, I did that credit score thing."

I raise an eyebrow, "Oh, oh my god, I can't believe I never recognized you, you're Cooper Anderson. I was always under the impression you're first name was Anderson."

He smirks, "Not to get me confused with Anderson Cooper. Are you in school for acting?"

I nod, "Yeah, I've been looking for auditions and stuff but I haven't gotten too far."

"I'll hook you up. Come with me to work on Monday."

"Oh my god, really?"

"Absolutely, we can hang out for the rest of the weekend and then I'll see what I can do when we go to the studio."

I'm still hurting like hell over my break up with Hunter, but reconnecting with my passion certainly eases the pain a little bit. I think what it is is just that I was convinced that my life was pretty much over, and now I'm being reminded that it's not. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about Hunter, I still love him deeply. I want to go back to him every second, but if I ever want anything to change, I'm going to have to do things differently the second time around. I don't want things to be over, but I didn't go through that horrible night and get the strength to walk away just to come crying back to him.

I find myself filled with an unfamiliar sense of hope the further the weekend goes along. Things go a lot smoother with Cooper than I thought they would. He's nice to me to the point that I consider that I might have had a totally wrong impression about what happened on that nice I passed out outside of the club. I'm still not certain on what to think for sure, but I'm going to allow myself to pretend that everything might be just fine, even if I know deep down that I'm probably completely wrong.