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This is my submission for the surrera countdown! I hope you all like it and I hope we get a proper conversation from these two at some point this season, but from the looks of the new promo we might be getting jealous Andy era which I am all for! She better fight to get her man back! Also big thanks to my guys on twitter for helping me in my breakdowns, especially Nadine who saved me with the ending of this!

Find me on twitter @morganfemily and we can chat some more 😊

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The apartment was echoey as she shut the door behind her, tossing her keys into the bowl as she let her bag drop to the floor. It was just her this weekend, with the Deluca-Bishops away at Maya's moms for the weekend. Her whole being felt tired, and she was exhausted, both physically and mentally after a hellish week. And on top of that, her divorce papers were still sitting on the coffee table. Trudging over to the couch, she threw herself onto it, face pressed into one of the many throw pillows, sighing loudly as she took in the silence surrounding her. It was pierced by the loud and startling sound of an aid car hurtling down the road outside the apartment, prompting her to pull herself up, her papers catching her eye as she did so, unintentionally causing her to cease all movement and stare at them, head in her hands, elbows resting on her knees.

After a while she finally decided staring at the papers was about as much fun as actually filing them, and she grabbed her phone and rushed down the corridor as though they were chasing her.

"God this is so stupid," she sighed, shaking her head as she leant back against the closed bedroom door. "And now I'm talking to myself. Great."

Forgetting all intention of showering before she got into bed, she pulled on a ratty pair of sweats and clambered under the covers, pulling the sheets up tight to her chin, preparing for what was inevitably going to be yet another restless nights' sleep.

It had been over a year since she'd slept peacefully, not wanting to admit that her last good night's sleep had been her last in Robert's arms. Without him it had been an endless rotation of tossing and turning and being almost permanently exhausted, to having adrenaline pumping through her the whole time she was on shift, to again tossing and turning constantly. She knew it was bad, and almost definitely not healthy for her when she was on shift and running on minimal sleep, but no one had called her out on it yet, and Theo had only mentioned it in passing, so it wasn't that bad right?

She'd managed to get a consecutive forty-five minutes when she woke, which she assumed was going to be the most she was going to get, throwing the covers off her when she realised she was going to be up for a while. The afternoon sun was peeking through the blinds, casting a cool winter light across the room, and Andy sighed deeply as she decided she might as well go and get some food if that was all the sleep her body was going to allow for now.

Rummaging through the refrigerator she managed to find a pasta dish Carina had made not too long ago, and a half-drunk bottle of wine she hoped wasn't being saved for anything. 

She threw it in the microwave for a few minutes, pulling her phone out the pocket of her hoodie, opening it up to her photo library, not in the mood to mindlessly scroll through any social media app right now. Her camera roll from the past year had nowhere near as many new photos as it would have in previous years, and she found herself quickly scrolling back to before Maya's wedding, back to before it all fell apart. Before that, it was filled with love and fun, filled with pictures of her and husband, as well as the two of them with the Alvarez's. She stumbled onto a video she'd recorded of her and Robert, admittedly without his knowledge, of the two of them dancing together on a slow morning, just as the microwave beeped loudly, her stomach immediately growling with hunger.