A/N: Hey guys!

So it is currently spring break for me, which means more writing and more updating for you guys! I've been pretty busy these past couple of days, but I'm back and ready to write again.

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Cassidy

"Have you guys talked recently?"

"It's been a few weeks." I train my eyes on the ground, trying to fight back hot tears prickling behind my ears.

Megan breaks the silence, her eyes sympathetic as she watches me completely break down in front of her. She quickly rushes over and sits next to me, her arm around my shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Cassidy," she says, quietly. "I'm here for you in case you want to talk about it."

I nod and sniffle as Megan hands me a tissue. Blowing my nose loudly, I clean my face and turn towards her.

"We just kind of stopped talking. He's been really busy with his ice dancing competitions, and I've had tournament after tournament to go to..." I stop as I begin to frown.

Megan looks at me curiously. She jumps with surprise as I start talking again.

"No one ever told me managing a long distance relationship was going to be harder than school and hockey put together," I fume, my own frustration fueling more anger.

Megan nods sympathetically. "Simon and I have had a few rough patches, and well," she says, her face completely serious, "It might not be that bad for you two to take a break from each other."

I raise my head and look at her, mulling over her words.

"Simon and I have done it before," she explains, "It helps clear your mind and figure out whether your relationship is really good enough to keep working on." She shrugs, and pats me on the shoulder.

"You might want to try it, Cassidy. If Tristan and you haven't been talking that much recently, reach out to him. Talk to him."

I nod, feeling the tears about to come again. As much as it hurts, I think Megan is right. If Tristan and I are truly not meant to be together, then maybe that's what needs to happen.

"This sounds like a soap opera," I grumble. Taking a deep breath, I turn towards Megan. "What time is it in Britain?"

She raises her eyebrows. "When I said take a break, I wanted you to think about things first and not just rush into anything. Are you sure?" She emphasizes her last words as she glances at me.

"I'm sure," I say, sighing. "We're just talking, anyway."

Megan nods. "It's 12:00 PM in Britain. You'll be okay by yourself, right?"

"Yeah," I nod, and Megan walks away.

Taking another deep breath in, I dial Tristan's number and listen as it rings once, twice, three times.

When I'm about to end the call, he picks up. "Hello? Cassidy?"

I want to cry when I hear his voice, but I steady myself as I respond. "Hey Tristan. Is this a good time? We need to talk."

I can hear a beep as he mutes the phone, and silence ensues. Three seconds later, he's back. "Yeah," he says, a good deal tenser than he was before.

I gulp and try to stop my voice from shaking as I begin to speak. "So," I say nervously, "We haven't talked in a while..."

My voice lingers, and I'm trapped as I realize I don't know what to say after that.

Tristan lets a breath out, and I can hear him muttering. "We haven't talked in while," he says, repeating my words. "That's a problem, considering..."

His voice trails off.

"...considering we're in a relationship." He finishes.

"That is a problem..." I wince at my poor choice of words. "Tristan, I need to know where we stand, and I think you want to know as well. Are we still dating?"

The question hangs in the air, and for a second, neither of us dare to breathe.

"Maybe we should take a break." Tristan speaks slowly, cautiously, as if he thinks I'm a bomb that's going to explode and kill everyone around me within a ten mile radius...

"Yeah," my voice is light, too light to feel real but I speak anyway, numb to the pain that his words just caused. "We need a break."

"We can still be friends, right..." Tristan waits for me to respond, his voice hopeful.

I smile, but there's no humor in my expression. "That's not a good idea, Tristan." I say.

He starts to speak again, and I sigh.

"Okay, I'll let you have your space. It'll be good for both of us," he says, but he sounds like he's trying to convince himself more than me.

There's another pause as we both begin thinking.

Tristan lets out a breath, his voice strained. "I'll miss you, Cassidy."

There's a click as he hangs up, and I completely break down, sobbing in a very un-Cassidy-like fashion.

I guess that's how it feels to have your heart broken, I think.

I want to scream in happiness when I see Megan out of the corner of my eye, hovering near the door, her eyes questioning.

I nod at her for her to come in, then burst into tears again, and she hurries over, wrapping her arms around me in support.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she says, her head cocked to one side.

"Maybe." I say, my voice slightly wobbly. "We just broke up, and now I'm not sure what to do. He wanted to be friends, Megan, friends! I don't even know what he's thinking now."

"Did you want to be friends?" Megan looks at me curiously.

"I shut it down. It's a stupid idea, we were dating before. How am I just supposed to forget about our two years of dating and pretend like we're just friends?" I scoff, kicking my shoe into the floor.

"I don't think he meant it in that way," Megan says, reasonably. "I think he just didn't want to cut ties with you completely. You know, an amicable split, albeit a terrible attempt at one."

I laugh humorlessly. "It was terrible."

Megan sighs. "Cassidy, it won't do you any good to mope. Come on, let's go do something fun with the rest of the girls. They're probably wondering where we've gone."

"I know, but this is stupid."

Megan looks me in the eyes, her expression serious. "The fact that it hurts means it meant something to you. The fact that it probably hurts for Tristan too means that you guys were important to each other."

"I guess."

"Don't forget that, Cassidy. Come out when you're ready, okay?"

I nod. "Can you tell the girls? I don't want to tell them."

"Yeah, of course. Take some time to yourself." Megan turns to leave, and gently closes the door behind her as she walks away.

I keep thinking of what Megan said, her words repeating themselves in mind over and over again.

The fact that it hurts means it meant something to you.

What kind of weight do those eleven words carry, eleven simple words that leave a little hope for me, for Tristan, for us.

I dissolve into tears again, burying my face in my hands.

I pick up my phone, my finger hovering over the call button, as I contemplate whether to call Tristan back.

Deciding against it, I toss my phone aside and hear a thump as it lands on the floor.

Curling up on the sofa, I fall asleep, my hair messed up and my face streaked with tears.

Tomorrow's another day, I think, before closing my eyes and drifting off into a deep sleep.

*hides from Trassidy shippers*

Sorry! I'm serious! Don't worry, my other one-shot Candy Hearts, will feature tons of Trassidy, and I mean tons of Trassidy. As for this story, things will pan out in the end.

I'll be updating a lot this week since I'm on spring break, so expect tons of stuff. :)

Thanks for reading and review (preferably not angrily),

Britt :)