Apartment B-4

Moving On.... Maybe

ELENA'S POINT OF VIEW

A week. It's been a week. My heart was torn to shreds a week ago, and I have yet to cry. I haven't shown emotion. I loved Dean, and I can't even cry at the fact the he loved Lisa instead.

Ever since I got back, my phone hasn't rung once. I messaged Mary to tell her I got home safe, but that was it. Nothing from Jess, Sam, or Dean.

Today, I needed something new. I needed to get rid of my past and move on. Ever since I got back, I'd been packing up things to get out of this apartment. To get away from Dean for good. I needed it. It'd been a year since I moved in, and I'd done everything wrong. The whole point of moving here was to become my own person. Now, the person I've become isn't the one I wanted to be.

I slept with my boss, almost died, and fell in love. Now, I look back. Why do I always fall for the wrong guys? Why can't I find a man that loves me? That wants to be with me and only me.

I found this little one bedroom apartment. The rent was cheap, but it was nothing like Dean's apartment. It wasn't as beautiful.

Today I was moving on with my life. I changed everything. My hair now had red in it. I got bangs or whatever. My number changed. Now, I'm moving out of the apartment. I tend to do crazy things based off of my emotions, but I didn't have any emotions. For some reason, I wasn't upset. Don't get me wrong, I'm heartbroken. I'm just not upset. I can't cry. It's like my tear ducts aren't working.

I moved everything into my new apartment. I was ready to start my new life.

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DEAN'S POINT OF VIEW

A week. It's been a week since I tore Elena's heart to pieces. I loved her so much, but I hurt her. The one thing I never wanted to do. The thing is, I was weak. My first love made me weak. I couldn't help myself. I wanted what I had when I was young, but I'm not young anymore. I'm a completely different person, and I didn't want to be with Lisa. I wanted Elena.

I got out of bed and walked to Sam's room.

"Hey Dean," Sam said.

"Sam, Jess, can I talk to you guys?" I asked.

"No," Jess said. "You don't deserve my help.

"Jess, I love Elena. I want to be with her."

"Have even you called her? Texted her? Flown back home to go see her? You may have broke whatever you had off with Lisa, but that doesn't mean you can come crawling back. Sorry sweetie. Doesn't work that way." Jess told me.

"Tell me what I should do Jess. Help me. I don't know what to do," I begged.

"Call her. Right now." She said.

I picked up my phone and called Elena.

"The number you called is no longer in service."

"She changed her number." I looked at Jess.

"I'm sorry, but you had to have seen that coming." Jess told me.

"I've got to go." I said leaving. I said goodbye to everyone and flew back to California. Back to home.

The flight home was the longest flight in the world, but I finally got home. I ran up the steps as fast as I could. I entered the apartment to see nothing. All my things were here, but there was nothing of Elena's. She was gone. I dropped my things on the floor and ran to her room. There was nothing. I ran my hands through my hair.

There was something on her bed. There was a key and a note. I picked it up and read it.

Dean,