Authors Note: I love Trey. The end.

Disclaimer: OWN. NO. O.C.

The long, grey lifeless road looked uncharacteristically inviting. Cold, maybe. Stepping out of perfect Newport and starting the journey back to a place where he fit in. Where girls didn't say no and people didn't fall in love- two things that had happened in Newport.

He's being a coward and he admits it. Running away. But what is there really left to do? He's already destroyed everything he's touched. Newport was untouchable glass and he shattered it so much that the pieces were dull and rounded, no longer sharp and sparkling. But maybe that was a good thing. Because as soon as you entered their world, the glass cut you. Deep and repetitively. But soon you just started aching for those wounds. It branded you i one of them /I .

He loved Marissa. Oh, God, he loved Marissa so much it physically hurt. Another reason to leave. Break out of the vicious cycle and leave her to have a normal life. Normal life. Hah. As if that exists in Newport Beach. Leave the glamorous girls and sophisticated guys in turn of alcohol and fist-fights and those things you've grown up with. No amount of O.C. purebred training could change that.

He came with his whole heart and returned with only a shred of it. But that's all he really needed. Because in Chino, you don't need a heart. All you need is street smarts.

This bus would be the answer to all your problems.

He'd miss Ryan, of course. And the Cohens. And even the fucking beach. But he wouldn't let himself miss Marissa, let himself think of her. Because that just cut into the wounds again.

But maybe he didn't mind. Because a small part of him welcomed the wounds. Because he'd been there long enough to crave them.

To crave her.

She's shattered glass but she still manages to sparkle.

Marissa.

He closes his eyes.

Goodbye, Newport.