Imogen was asleep on Andy's boney shoulder. They were only fifteen minutes from her large house, and he was excited to climb in a bed with her and fall asleep.

The competition had been ridiculously tiring and he hadn't even been dancing. The parents were all judgmental as hell, and Imogens ex-boyfriend hadn't been much of a help.

The two boys constantly got into arguments and Andy couldn't stand him. Especially when Imogen won her two solo and immediately went running to Andy afterwards. The rest of her dances did well, earning firsts and seconds.

Now that they were finally home, Andy wanted to make the most of his last night with Imogen for what seemed like would be a while.

"Alright love birds, grab your stuff. Your home." Andrew said. Andy shook Imogen lightly and her eyes fluttered open. They had dropped of Kiera before them and Andrew wanted to get home too.

"Thanks Andrew. Love you." Imogen said, hugging him quickly.

"Love you too. See you soon." He smiled. The couple hopped out of the car, grabbing their things and then walking back inside the house. The lights were all off, except Brooke's.

Imogen didn't think much of it as they quickly ran up the stairs to her bedroom. They changed into their pajamas and climbed into bed.

The sleep went unchallenged for most of the night until Andy heard someone creep into Imogen's room. His head sprung up to see Brooke standing there. Imogen was passed out under his arm.

"What do you want?" He whispered.

"Oh Andy, I wouldn't speak to me that way." She crossed her arms. He quirked his eyebrow.

"And why not?" He asked.

"Come talk outside with me, Andrew. You wouldn't want to wake Imogen up." She whispered. He sighed, would Imogen be mad? He was intrigued but only because he was frightened of Brooke. She could fuck his life up..

He carefully moved his arm off of Imogen and stood up. Brooke grinned wickedly at him. He felt in his heart he was making a mistake.

Andy followed her to the hall but she gestured for him to come into her mothers upstairs study. She was so excited she could hardly stand it. This would ruin them.

"I'm sure your wondering why I asked you to come in here-"

"Cut to the fucking chase Brooke." He crossed his arms.

"You have to break up with Imogen." She said, bluntly.

There it was: what he knew she'd say.

"Whatever." He shook his head. "This was a waste of my time."

"Oh really Andy? Because what if I say I know what Daniel did." Andy glared at her pointedly.

"What?"

"You heard me." She chuckled, running her fingers along the head of a statue on the desk behind her.

"H-how the fuck..." His insides wound into tight knots.

"I have my ways." She smirked.

"N-no you can't know about that..."

"Oh but I do. And that's not the only thing, Andy." She said, walking closer to him. He felt disgusted as she placed her hand on his arm. "The person your brother killed? That was Imogen's father."

His eyes widened, shaking her off him. "What the fuck!?"

"It's amazing how much you find when your mother is gone and you snoop through her things." She reached for a brown book on her desk. "A diary, detailing every aspect of her life. Justin Scott, her long lost love. He was killed in a car crash just a few years after his long lost daughter, Imogen Scott, was born. But of course my dear mother wanted to keep it a secret after Justin denied even wanting a child. She convinced my dad she was his, and he bought it."

"Too bad poor Imogen will never know her father because Daniel killed him. Everything matches up to the tee. And if you don't break up with Imogen and get together with me, I will tell her and the world who exactly killed Justin Scott. And who he exactly was."

Andy's world had come crashing down. Pain was striking him to the very core and he knew there was no way around this.

"Please, Brooke, I'm begging you to not do this." He pleaded. His limbs were collapsed at his sides, his head hung low. And Brooke was loving every moment.

"Andy, I've wanted you for a while now and I will have you. So either you break up with Imogen or she breaks up with you when she finds out what your brother did and what you've been protecting."

"Brooke, if you knew what love was you wouldn't be doing this." He said, tears surfacing to his eyes.

"Love is a fairy tale, Andy. Especially for a poor, unprivileged guy like you. Did you seriously think I was just going to let you live happily ever after with my sister? No. Your mine. You've always been mine." She said.

As Andy stood there in his grey sweatpants, his body aching to hold Imogen, he silently thanked God that he'd gotten to hold her so many times before.

"So what's your choice, babe? Losing Imogen or losing your family and Imogen?"

---

The sun streamed through Imogen's freshly cleaned window. Birds chirped outside, flying over the storybook scene. White snow covered the ground outside and the beautiful sleeping girl's eyes just fluttered open.

Her hand reached over to find the love of her life but she frowned when the only thing she found was a letter.

A letter? Andy had her number. Even then If he had to go he would have woken her up. What was going on?

As she tore open the envelope with her name on the front she began to feel nervous.

My dear Imogen,

I'm sure you've figured out who this is. I need you to know that everything you've brought me, the love, the feeling of wholeness, I'm all so very grateful for it. But there is so much you don't know. Recently, I've been feeling things for your sister. I...love...her. And you know I don't throw that word around much. I'm sorry it has to be this way, I really am. Thank you for everything. I loved you but I think here is where we should end it. Don't attempt to contact me. It's not worth it.

~Andy.

After reading over the letter about a hundred times Imogen let out a strangled cry. She immediately grabbed her phone, forgetting his warning. The call went to voicemail over and over again.

She threw her black iPhone across the room, hearing it smash into a thousand pieces.
This wasn't happening. Not again. Not to the realist love she'd ever felt in her life. This was not the end.

Picking up the picture on her night stand, she sobbed looking Andy's smiling face. He looked so happy. He looked so in love.

Imogen sat on the floor for at least three hours, crying her eyes out. Not eating, just thinking and listening to music.

She couldn't live without Andy. She wouldn't.

After making the decision she walked to her bathroom, grabbing a bottle of Advil off her counter. She opened it up and poured all of them in her hand.

As she was about to bring the death to her lips, she thought of all the times her and Andy shared.

When she risked her life for him. When he promised to protect her. He held her heart in his hand and he crushed it without thinking twice.

She had to end herself.

But just as she almost tossed the pills back the song switched on her iPod. It was the song City Lights by Motionless In White and for the first time in her entire life she felt like she understood the words.

You are the water in my lungs, we lost it.

Imogen knew she couldn't kill herself, then he would win. She had to leave. She to invent herself knew.

Imogen would forget about him and find someone knew. Find a knew self.

As she poured the Advil into the toilet and flushed she smiled at bit.This wasn't the end, no. This was the beginning.

---

Andy stood below her window, hours later. He could hear her singing and the song was making him weep from frustration and sadness.

So this is the end of you and me
We had a good run and I'm setting you free
To do as you want, to do as you please
Without me

Remember when you were my boat and I was your sea?
Together we'd float so delicately
But that was back when we could talk about anything

'Cause I don't know who I am
When you're running circles in my head

And I don't know just who you are
When you're sleeping in someone else's bed

Three whole words and eight letters late
And that would have worked on me yesterday

We're not the same, I wish that could change
But it can't

And I'll say your name and in the same breath
I'll say something that I'll grow to regret

So keep your hands on your chest and sing with me
That we don't wanna believe

'Cause I don't know who I am
When you're running circles in my head

And I don't know just who you are
When you're sleeping in someone else's bed

So it's true what they say
If you love someone, you should set them free

Oh, it's true what they say
When you throw it away

I don't know who you are

I don't know who you are

Oh, 'cause I don't know who you are
When you sleep with somebody else

'Cause I don't know who I am

When you're sleepin' with him
It's true what they say when you throw it away

Notes

I'm sorry guys..I really am but this is how the story goes. I promise it gets better!