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Then Mike nodded, [b]"Yes I do.  Her name's Elizabeth, Liz for short, and right now, I think she's out there looking for you.  Now, I don't know what all went on, and frankly it's mostly your business, but Jen... she blames herself for everything that went wrong between you two.  Every ill word she had to say, it was mostly towards her and not you.  I'm guessing she really likes you and wants you to forgive her.  I don't know where she is, and I hope to God she's okay."[/b]  He paused, a brief sigh as his lips curled into a pang of deep concern.

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There wasn't much to the place.  A matress, a few pillows, and one dingy, slightly cracked, dust covered window that looked out over the city skyline, the pale light of the moon piercing through the thin film of dirt and grime and cascading over the mattress as if to indicate to Liz....this was her place to rest for now.  And so it was.

She didn't want to come back here, not after everything.  Those memories, not yet distant, but still something she so deeply cherished.  Now they felt like tiny needles pricking at the surface of her skin.  [color=6ecff6]"Home sweet home....or whatever..."[/color]  She muttered to herself in a bitter sigh and stepped into the room.  When she was with Jen here, she didn't seem to notice how run down and decrepit this place was.  The wallpaper was peeling away, revealing the sheet rock and mortar that had been chipped away by so many years of abandonment.  The floorboards creaked and groaned with each step of her foot, and echoed throughout the empty, dead space.  The air around Liz so cold, musty and unforgiving now, different when she was wrapped in the warmth of Jennifer's arms, overtaken by such a passionate heat.

It was as she kicked her shoes off and laid on the bed...facing towards where her favorite girl once laid...the realization had set in.  And it set in with such a sucker punch right in her stomach.

The pain...it was so much worse this time, because Liz realized....she was alone.  The tears streamed down her cheeks and soaked into the ratty pillow she buried her face in, not even caring if it smelled of mildew and what else.  She was alone now....

...but would she be alone forever?