I woke suddenly to the light flooding the room. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. What are my options? I don't have clothes, or a hairbrush or even something to keep me entertained. I don't even think I have my phone charger. So all my stuff is still at the flat. I have to go to the office again anyways to resign. God I don't want to. I love that job. I love him, but I can't. I can't have him. It won't work. He would get blasted for being with a girl with no background in the media and is not planning to. Soon he would no longer love me and I would hurt more than I did now. So I would have to go back to the office and face him, him in all his grief of Lily and possibly me. Going back would probably hurt more than help, but it had to be done. I needed to do it, but God...I don't want to so bad. I don't want to. I got out of the bed and went into the living room. Derek was standing by the stove with a spatula in his hand.

"Good morning..." I mumbled plopping myself in a chair by the kitchen.

"Good morning my dear...how did you sleep?" He asked me.

"Great. Considering..." I said my voice breaking.

"Hey...I know, he told me last night." He said looking at me with pity in his eyes. I hate pity. "It's gonna be okay."

"I know. I just can't believe everything I said. Some terrible things. I didn't even give him a chance." I cried throwing up my hands and felling the tears form in my eyes. "He tried to fix me..." I whispered.

"Okay. So today. We are going to take you shopping and get you some new clothes because that doctor who shirt my dear. Is gettin old..." Luke said excitedly as he entered the kitchen. He looked at me and his smile fades. "Okay. I am guessing that now is not the time to pretend to be more gay than I actually am. What's wrong Ali?"

"Nothing. Just you know..." I said shaking my head.

"Ohhhh...yeah. I know exactly what you mean." He said nodding his head. "Derek are you making waffles?"

"I'm making eggs right now, but if you want waffles I can make them." He said flicking the spatula at Luke. "But...it will cost you."

"No Derek just please make me the waffles." Like said batting his eyelashes and showing off his puppy dog eyes.

"Oh my god...waffles sound so good right now." I said groaning. "I LOVE WAFFLES!!!" I yelled clenching my fists.

"And he makes the best God dammed waffles on this earth..." Luke said. Derek started making the waffles and we sat around the couch laughing and stuffing our faces with 'the best God damned waffles on this earth' which I would have to agree with. I felt okay. Not great,but I could laugh and be just okay for a while.

"So you had sex with him and then you left him? How shallow. I mean I would probably do the same thing, I mean look at that gorgeous man. But it is kinda shallow." Derek said stabbing a waffle.

"Technically, yes." I said looking down at my plate and the syrupy, waffley goodness that laid upon it. "But technically, I didn't leave him because we had sex, because as you said. Look at the man. You...can imagine. But he got upset, I got self conscious and I left."

"Dang..." Derek said through his mouthful of waffle.

"Yeah, that is some serious shiz right there."

"Mmmhhmm..." I mumbled through my teeth. "So today I have to go pack up the flat."

"We can go with you." Luke said suddenly practically jumping on me almost knocking the plate out of my hand.

"Woah... You have to beware the waffle princess. She might bite." I said steadying the plate.
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"Okay. Uh. Where do you want us to start?" Luke said wandering around the room.

"I think I will packs away my books first, and then the dolls, and then go through my clothes." I said quickly picking up my bathroom. The memories of getting ready for the concerto and the concert. All those things. Him doing those things for me and me never doing them for him. I heard Derek and Luke packing up my books as I sorted through my clothes putting the ones that had been worn out in one pile and the things I didn't dare give away in another.

"Uh Ali?" Luke asked me nudging my shoulder. He held the Loki Pop doll in his hand. "What do you want me to do with this one?" I thought.

"Just leave it on the counter, I will deal with it later." I went to my memories and the sorrow. My life would be so menial. I was not apart of the grand scheme of things anymore. It was all so different.
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"This can be your room for as long as you need it." Luke said helping me drop my boxes in the room.

"Thank you so much. I really appreciate it."

"You don't need to think twice about it. It gets hard with just this one around." Derek said pointing at Luke.

"What?!" Luke snapped. I laughed.

"Do you guys mind if I put stuff in the walls?" I asked.

"No. This room is boring..." They both said in unison.

"Alright. We will leave you to it then." They left the room and I got to work. I hung my clothes up in the closet and piles my favorite books on the desk. There were some small shelves that I put all my dolls on all except Loki who was now residing on Tom's kitchen counter. I replaced the comforter with my Tardis one that I hadn't touched since I left my old flat. My cross stitches that my mother had made me adorned the walls as well as my Sam Smith Poster and life size cutout of Harry Potter. I stood in the doorway and admired my work. It looked like my soul had been committed on the wall. It was disgusting and overwhelming. I loved it. I picked up Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and read the epilogue. Nineteen years later, the scar had not pained him. All was well.

Sorry. I know you don't like all the fandom a that I am in, but this is like half you and half me. So... She likes Doctor Who and Harry Potter. What did she do with Loki? You know that these questions are directed toward you which means that you are supposed to ANSWER THEM!