The dull ache in her head combined with the extremely bright sun shining through the window effectively woke her from what was anything but a restful sleep. Her eyes were puffy, her face stained with tears, and her head pounding with regret and sorrow. As she sat up, she couldn't help but remember the previous night's events.

"I can't do this anymore."

It wouldn't stop ringing throughout her mind. She couldn't even remember how the fight had started, or what it was about.

"What does that mean? What do you mean you can't do this anymore?"

It was hard to stop the tears from falling once again. How could everything have gone so wrong so fast? How did they get to this point? Nothing made sense to her. The light was far too bright, she couldn't think straight, and she was beginning to feel sick.

As she slowly made her way back from the bathroom floor she once again rested down on her bed. Thankfully she had remembered to shut the curtains, letting herself sink back down into the darkness, only to be plagued once again by the memories she didn't want to have.

"I mean, I don't know what I mean. This is all so hard. I don't think I'm strong enough to handle this. I just can't deal. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? You're sorry!? How can you say that to me? I thought you loved me. You said you would never leave. And now look at you, you're just like everyone else, everyone leaves!"

"I do love you. I'm so sorry, I can't."

And with that she was gone. It had only been eight hours since, yet it seemed like a lifetime. She didn't even want to get out of bed anymore, so she just lay there, lost in her own thoughts, tears still freely falling down her cheeks. As she let her arm fall off the side of the bed, she reached around for a bottle, and took a few drinks. So what if it was nine in the morning? She didn't care, no one else did, not anymore, so why should she?

"There's no one left."

She spoke aloud, barely above a whisper, as she clutched the half-empty bottle to her chest. She lay there like that, for the rest of the day, with not even enough strength to finish off the harsh liquid. Wrapped up in the darkness, still thinking about the night before, she couldn't figure out where it all went so wrong. She had let her into her heart, only to have it broken like every other person in her life had done. As she gathered enough strength to down the rest of the bottle, she thought she heard footsteps outside her door. But she had to be wrong, she had no one left who cared, so who would be there? No one.

"Why?"

"I'm sorry, I just can't do this right now, I have to go."

"Please, just tell me what I did wrong."

"You didn't do anything, I just, I can't."

After an hour of trying to get the other on the phone after the fight, she had finally gotten through, only to be shut down once again.

"Why? What did I do, why did you leave?"

She was crying again, half drunk, and now talking to no one. Desperate for answers, she was about to search for another bottle when the door opened.

"I never left. I got in my car, but couldn't bring myself to leave. I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you."

Sure, she was confused, but she was too overwhelmed with a slew of emotions to care about anything other than the sight in front of her. And she broke down crying, as the voice came over and hugged her, as if to erase all of the pain that had been caused between the two.

"Spencer?"

"Yeah baby, I'm here."

Note: I'm not sure I like how that ended. Just doesn't seem to wrap it up well enough, what do you think? Feedback appreciated.