"Okay," I say, my heart sinking a little deeper in my chest as I type the word. "I understand." And with that, I close my phone and try to forget about Ryan again. But just like the memory of Liam, he remains stuck in the back of my mind; a constant reminder of all the things I've lost, and all the things I may never have again.

I let out a small laugh that sounds more like a sob as I picture Ryan playing his violin for me; mocking my pain, mocking my loss. It's funny, in a horribly tragic sort of way... because even now, after everything he's done, there's still a part of me that wants to believe that maybe someday we could find some kind of peace together. But I know better than that; this is the end for us. There's no going back from this.

So instead of dwelling on it any longer, I turn my attention back towards my own life and try to focus on moving forward. It won't be easy, but then again...

She closes her eyes, allowing herself to feel the warmth of his body against hers. Liam's touch is always reassuring, even when it's rough or demanding. She leans into him, breathing in the scent of his cologne and letting it anchor her to this moment.

Tears streaming down her face, Felicia sinks to the curb and cries into her hands. She tries calling Liam but gets no answer. After a while she manages to compose herself enough to call the movers and have them take away her belongings. As they drive away in their truck, she's left standing there alone with nothing but the clothes on her back.

She doesn't know where to go or what to do now. The only thing she can think of is Liam...and how much she needs him.