Two weeks in.

How do you know when something is completely over. Is it when they are distant.  When you are distant. Or is it a hope and a prayer that it's not. Even when you know deep down that it is. That loving you could be fatal. Is it when you feel completely hopeless inside.  Like nothing you do or say will make a difference. Is it when you feel like your world is crashing down, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Everything's not okay. This is not okay. We are not okay. petending doesn't make this any easier.  Pretending that loving you wasn't going to be fatal. Holding onto nothing. You gave just enough, just enough to make it better. Why'd you have to be like that. Loving you was fatal. You wanted another piece. And foolishly it was given it to you. Just take a piece and go. It won't be different this time around. He knows he meant nothing. Loving you was always going to be fatal and he was just to blind to see it.

Lightning flashed through the sky followed by the low rumble. It had to be tonight of all nights that it decided to storm. Perfect setting for a break down. Everything that he had done up to this point to keep himself together had now failed. Collapsing to the ground his fingers wrapped around the pendant that hung around his neck. The first thing she ever gave him. His whole world felt like it was crashing around him and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Sometimes things happen and you have no control over it. You just have to feel it and let it happen. You have to come to terms with the fact that it's not always all love, sunshine, rainbows and butterflies. There was always a darker side of things. Ripping the pendant from his neck, no use in keeping it now, he tossed it across the room. The soft clang as it hit the wall ripped through him. It was over. It was really over.

Three months later.

Everyone would have thought it would have taken much longer than a month to get over everything. But truth be told, it had been over long before. To everyone else they had a picture perfect relationship but behind closed doors it was nothing but a mess. It wasn't unlike Ender to have to call his mother or one of his brothers to come get their daughter so she wouldn't be exposed to the fighting. But for that little girl he was willing to do whatever took to make it work. Until now there had only been rumors of someone being unfaithful. One month to pull himself together, clean up the house - wipe every memory of Amelia from his life. One month of curving everytime Everly asked for her mother. No one expected Amelia to abandon her, but there she was wanting nothing to do with their child. Every attempt that was made went unanswered, no text, email or calls. Nothing.

During this time, without Ender's knowledge, Reece had dug into why Amelia would leave her cozy life with him. "Don't hate me but I did something" Reece said as he slid the envelope across the counter. Why did everyone have this habit of giving him new through an envelope. "The f*** did you do now?" Sighing he picked up the envelope, pulling out the contents of it. "First of all, how did you get her phone records? Scratch that. I don't want to know." With a little smirked Reece shrugged his shoulders "Ways little brother. I have my ways. If she didn't look exactly like you, poor child, I'd recommend a dna test". Reece tilted his head in the direction of the livingroom where Everly was currently engrossed in some TV show. "Do you not remember the whole thing? Me finding out she was mine? Mom crying, not sure if she was horrified or happy." "She was horrified her that precious baby boy" Reece paused making a gagging noise "banged and knocked up some random girl. Not going to lie, thought I'd be the first to do that. Not you. Kind of proud of you baby brother" "Stop f***ing calling me that" Ender huffed while rolling his eyes. "Good god man, you need to re-f***ing-lax." Picking his phone up off the counter, he pulled up Amelia's contact.

I see everything so clearly now. I could have given you the world. My heart was open for you. But instead of taking it and letting me love you, you plunged a knife into my chest. I was never what you wanted. I was a temporary fix. Just someone you stung along until the one you actually wanted took you back. I was always going to be your second choice. I can't believe i let you into my life only for you to f*** me over like this. Go f*** yourself, Amelia.

"What are you writing a damn novel?" Letting out the breath he had been holding in, he slid the phone across the counter. "Read." Reece took Ender's phone, skimming over the text on the screen. "Such an angry little hobbit. I love it. Annnd send" 
"Reece what the f*** did you do?!" 
"Uh sent it?"
"F***. I didn't want to send it you d*ckhead. It's called letting your emotions out. Like the whole write a letter but don't send it kind of thing. Didn't they teach you that in rehab?"
"Oops? It's fine. Don't get your panties twisted. Uh...."
"God what now?"
"She's calling."
"What?"
"Amelia, she's calling."
"I'm gonna have a heart attack."
"I'm just kidding. Jesus, relax. But someone is calling you."