Skinny Love (DISCONTINUED)

Don't Leave Me.

*Justin's POV*

The next day I woke up with my head leaning against the metal table in the studio and my arms buried under the endless amount of papers and photographs that were either unusable or too good to be sold. Images of children playing in Central Park and young couples cuddling close together in a park bench were the first things that I saw. I let out a lazy groan, moving the pictures away from me and letting them fall to the floor along with all of my other works. I had decided to not sleep at the apartment tonight because I still hasn't adjusted to it being just me now, the apartment seemed bigger without Alex there. Also, the scent of her perfume was still probably lingering in the air, on our bedsheets, and on the many articles of my clothing which she wore often in the house. Too many reminders of what had been and what could've been our life together.

I yawned and lifted myself up, stretching my arms and back. I looked around the small room almost hoping that it would remind me of back home in Canada. The dull gray paint from my room which you could barely see due to all of the pictures that I had hung up, the warm feeling of my bed and the slight creak that it made whenever I moved were all things that I missed deeply. It was days like this where I wanted to move back, leave New York all behind and never come back again.

I arose from the rather uncomfortable seat and reached for my jacket, slipping it back on me. The precious hours had seemed to fade away from my mind. The only thing that I remembered was collecting every picture that I've ever taken of Miley and storing them inside of a small box that read 'inspiration.' The box now rested on top of

This is it. It was time for me to move on and get my life together. If Miley could move on and start her life all over again then I could do the same. Being alone isn't going to stop me from achieving what I want. Not having Alex isn't going to make me depressed, all that happens in life changes you in some way no matter what kind of situation it is. I should learn from this and move on, start focusing on the main that gives me happiness. My work.

If Miley never wanted anything to do with me again then fine, I have to respect her wishes. No matter how hard it may be I have to realize that Nick truly makes her happy, Nick is the one that she's supposed to be with. Not me.

Walking out of the studio, I locked the door and made my way out of the building. I avoided the eyes of other people just arriving, their faces puzzled at how early I had been here. If only they knew how hard the past days have been for me, if only they knew how much I was done with everything.

The bright beam of the sun made my eyes squint in an attempt to block its brightness, the time on my watch read 7:35 and the streets were covered with people mostly dressed in business attire. Men and woman holding coffee cups and newspapers in their hands, all focused on either catching the train or crossing the street before the light turns red. I wandered around for a couple of blocks, not really sure of where to go. It was until I walked past an old diner where I could hear the slight rumbling of my stomach.

I entered the diner and saw that it was almost early with only few people sitting by themselves in booths. An middle aged woman greeted me then asked me to find a seat. I sat at one of the empty tables, my fingers brushing across the wood. Names of couples and years were scratched in on the side, along with some code names and phrases. Minutes later, a young male walked to my table. He gave me the menu along with a quick good morning. He looked like he could be in high school which made me wonder why he worked this early instead of being at school. It was until I heard the deepness of his voice that showed that he was much older.

"What will you be having today sir?" He held out a tiny note pad and name tag that had 'Ronald' scribbled in messy handwriting. I skimmed through the menu quickly.