A/N: So...this oneshot turned into a story. This chapter is short, but hopefully the next one will be longer.
AJ finally got home after walking for about two hours in the cold weather of Chicago. When she got home, she went into the bathroom of her apartment. She stared at the mirror, letting the tears that she's held in for two hours, fall down her cheeks.
She couldn't. She couldn't believe she just let go of the person she loved. She couldn't deal with the pain of letting Punk go.
AJ opened the mirror to find something. She moved her hand around since she couldn't really see the small object she was looking for. That's when she felt it. She carefully put the object in her hand, closed the mirror and put the object in the sink. Did she really want to do this? Not really, but she didn't see the point i
n life after she gave up the man she loved.
Punk couldn't believe he let AJ go without stopping her, but he was so shocked to see her walk away from their relationship, that his legs wouldn't budge when he was trying to go after her.
Ring.
That was his phone notifying him that someone left voice mail for him. Punk picked his phone, called the voice mail number, and waited until he heard;
"Punk. I want to let you know that, I still love you despite everything I said two hours ago. I hope you find someone else to love. I've given up on love. I decided to let you go because I'm tired of having my heart broken over and over again. Don't worry about me though...I'll be in a better place. What I'm trying to say is...I'm done, with love...and with life."
AJ grabbed the small object, the razor blade. She put it against her arm and let out a shaky breath as she felt the blade cut deeply into her arm. AJ started feeling weak as she looked down at her arm and saw the heavy amount of blood coming from the deep wound. She looked at the mirror and whispered, "I love you, Punk.", and that was the last thing she remembered before her vision got blurry for a few seconds and then blacked out, falling on the floor of her bathroom.