maybe things had been meant to end between the two. horrible thing after horrible thing had happened while they were together. he had cheated, and so had she. it was no longer a relationship, just something to stress over. he'd be soon graduating college in the spring and didn't need anything in his way. a worried hand finger-combed through his curls as he stared at the road, there were a few beers in his system but he could make it home. he had been up all night thinking - about all things he shouldn't have. Anna. there was a constant fight in his mind over what he should do - go home or go to Anna, who needed him dearly at this time of night. her eyes were already red from crying, not being able to sleep unless he was beside her, or maybe it was the weed in her system. over the course of months they forgot what they actually were, and who they actually were. they lost themselves and the purpose of the relationship. there was no love or trust, and neither cared enough for the other anymore to even care about the other cheating or loving another. he took a right onto berchwood and knew exactly what he was doing after that. his head nodding nodding in sync with his 'you can do this' thoughts. nervous blood began to flow through his veins making his hands clutch tightly onto the leather steering wheel. his knuckles a fair white when he had. "she'll understand." he mumbled, giving a slight shrug to his left shoulder. as he neared her apartment complex he almost had the urge to turn around, but if he didn't get his midnight thoughts out now he never would. he slowed to a stop and parked in the first parking lot he seen, getting out and only grabbing his keys. every step he took felt troubled, he didn't want to but he had to. after walking through the lobby and greeting the receptionist he got onto the elevator. staring at his reflection in the mirror-like silver of the elevator walls. he'd go into the apartment a determined man and leave with a broken heart. he got off on the sixth floor slowly making his way to room 505. he sighed as he stood in front of the wooden door, contemplating his decisions again. it was now or never.