Never Let Me Go: A StarKid Fanfic

Chapter 1

"How do I put this delicately...I'm breaking up with you."

"What?! Are you serious? B, I know you can't be seri-"

"Ian, you and I both know this'll never work."

"But, I love you!"

I could hear the desperation in his voice. It made my heart hurt. Not very much, but enough.

"And I love you," I lied, "But I'm in Chicago now; it's just too long distance for me."

"Babe, babe, babe, listen," he said I could practically see him running his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. It made me feel almost bad for breaking up with him. But I'm not a very sympathetic person.

"We can work this out!" he went on, "I mean, you'll be back in Maryland soon and we can Skype every weekend or at night or-"

"Ian, I'm really sorry, but it's time for both of us to move on."

He exhaled deeply into his phone. I prayed he would just get the hell over it. To be honest, he should've seen this coming. We had been drifting apart for weeks now.

"Ok, Bernadette," he said heavily. Then the line went dead.

That sent a lurch through my stomach. He never called me Bernadette. He always had a cute little nickname for me.

He's not your boyfriend anymore.

My brain was right. It was time to start anew. I just wish it didn't leave such a substantial hole where my heart used to be.

Why did I care so much? I never really loved him. I said it, but I never felt it. I didn't believe in love. I thought Ian would change that for me. Clearly it didn't work.

I looked in my bathroom mirror, examining the reflection the stared back at me; dull brown hair; dull brown eyes; dull pasty complextion; everything about me was boring.

Except for my personality. Not that anyone in this stinking town noticed. I was working for the Chicago Tribune as a journalistic assistant, and it was so dull. I loved journalism, and I know you have to start at the bottom to get to the top, but being a peon to a total asshole editor wasnt exactly what I had in mind.

Besides, I would love to be a journalist, but my true passion was acting. Ever since high school, I loved singing and dancing on a stage. It just allowed me to truly be myself instead of the shy, slightly mousy girl that I was back in school. And then when it was time for college, my grades were good, so I ended up getting into the University of Maryland, and graduating with a major in Journalism and a minor degree in Acting. People have even told me I could sing, but I decided on the more practical option of working for the Tribune.

I walked to Bryant Park, the early January air nipping at my exposed face. It was supposed to be my day off. My day to just...start over. Ever since I moved to Chicago two months ago, my heart had felt heavy. But for the first time, I actually felt free.

Little did I know my life would be changed all because of a stupid football game.