AN: This is my first attempt at a Skins fanfic. I don't know how far I'll go with it, but I'll try to make something of it. I'm not from Bristol and have never been there, so please excuse any errors on my part. Thanks in advance.


It hit Chris Miles hard, like a bullet to his chest. All he could do was stand there, stunned and silent, holding his mobile to his ear and gripping the casing so hard it was a wonder the thing didn't break between his straining fingers. It was nearly midnight and starting to get cold, but Chris took no notice.

"Ange," He said, when he found he could speak again. "Angie, could you repeat that?"

"I'm leaving, Chris. Leaving Bristol."

The words seemed to have an even more painful effect the second time he heard them.

"Why?' He asked. He knew why, but he needed to hear the words from her.

"I can't do this, Chris. All the shit that's been going on in the past few months...I can't handle it. I'm going to back to Australia. WIth Merve."

"Merve? That fucking wanker? What's he got that I don't got?" Chris blurted, realizing how stupid he sounded when the words left his mouth.

"This isn't about you, Chris. This is about me. I need to get my life sorted out, and I just can't do that here. Not with..." She began, ommiting the word "you".

Chris free hand travelled up to his face and probed the bruise he had there, the one he'd gotten after Merve punched him out at Anwar's birthday party. He barely even realized he was doing it.

"Angie..." He said, trying to gather his courage for what would come next. "I love you."

"No, you don't." She said on the other end.

"Yes, I do, and nothing will stop that from being true. And I think you love me, too."

"Chris..." Angie began, and even over the phone he could hear her voice was full of emotion. He steadied himself for the words he knew would come.

But they didn't come. Instead the line went dead.

Chris stood there out in the dark street for two more minutes, holding the dead mobile tightly against the side of his face. A single tear, just one, escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek. His mobile slipped from his weakening grasp, hit the cold, black pavement below, and broke, silencing it forever.