Author's Note: Can we forget this one ever happened?

Day Two-Hundred Ten: Love of My Life by Queen

"You're a liar!"

"And I hate you!"

She pushed him away. She was on the verge of tears, as they were threatening to spill out any second. "Was everything a lie? You're the most hypocritical person I've ever known!" she exclaimed. "How could you do this to me?!"

This all felt like a very bad, very unfunny joke to Toby. He was the hypocritical one in all of this? He was the hypocrite, while Spencer was allowed to just go around and preach about monogamy while she was one of the most polyamorous people that he knew? So now, not only did he have to deal with knowing that she had been flirting around, but now, he also had to deal with this broken heart.

And now she was leaving.

Spencer turned quickly and stormed out. Toby began to run after her, but as he reached the door, he realized there was no point. Running after her and chasing her wouldn't do anything to change facts. She was still the love of his life. She still hurt him. She still broke his heart and she was still leaving. She was still completely blind to all his hurt feelings.

Regardless of the fact that he wanted her to come back with his heart, it didn't change facts and it didn't make anything better.

A few days later, she came back for all of her things. Toby almost wanted to stop her. A little part of him wanted to think—and held onto some hope—that this would all blow over. When it all blew over, he'd be there. Maybe that was a little stupid of him, but he would be there for her. He still loved her. You don't fall out of love that quickly. He really thought that she would move past it and return to loving him.

She remained firm about her convictions. She deserted him.

Still, he thought that in time—however long that was, whether it was for a few weeks, a few months, or a few years—she would calm down. Things would be better between the two of them. He would remind her about how he loved her. She was the love of his life; there was some sort of love for her that he had that would never fade.

However, the simple fact remained: it would mean so much more to her if she reciprocated his love. It would mean more if she stayed and she brought his heart back with her.

He still loved her.

MilaMizz:Quantity is not equal to quality, my friend. I talk to myself, too. It's lonely being an only child, so...yup. That's good. Ugh. Speaking of anxiety, I really feel like I need to tell my therapist or ask her if she can prescribe me an anti-anxiety medication because I really, really need it. My SAD is getting ridiculous. You know what, you're allowed to feel like that. But I just want to make sure that you're okay because you're obviously the most important one to me. Thank you for commenting on so many of my (sucky) one-shots!

Sarah: Oh, I've always been a little bit orgullosa about my writing (that's proud, but in Spanish, because I like the word for "proud" more in Spanish than in English), but I'd rather say "this really sucks guys" (regardless of whether or not I think it really sucks, which, at least 70% of the time I tell you guys that, I actually do think that) because I'd rather be viewed at as someone who doesn't have enough confidence (which I don't) in their writing than someone who's extremely boastful about it. I'm just a little fed up with people telling me that I think I'm the best. In everything, really, because I don't. I feel like I'm the worst so I always act like I'm the best (in everyday life but I'm a bitch on the internet). Thank you :) You too.

Guest: WHO ARE YOU, BEAUTIFUL, KIND STRANGER? Thank you sooooooooo much I love you to the moon and back please ignore my grammar which is shite because I am so tired I cannot think :)))))

I'm going to pass out in front of my keyboard. Tomorrow's one-shot will be Fool Me Once by Jess Godwin. This song should've been in the noir episode just because it sounds noir-y to me. -Kayson