“Hey gorgeous." Cherys walked right into my open arms and we shared a pleasant hug.

After a few moments, she stood in my grasp and then looked a little closer at my face. "You don't Look so good." She then glanced sidelong at Ellie's headstone a few feet away from us. "And I don't think it's is about Ellie anymore."

I sighed and frowned, mentally apologizing to Ellie. "No it's not. I'm sorry."

“Don't be." She smiled hopefully.

“I think Ellie would be happy to know that whatever emotional troubles her David has, they're not because of her anymore.”

I thought about that.

“Maybe,” I conceded.

Cherys Looked up at me again, already sensing what was really bothering me. "How's Amber?"

"She's okay, all things considering." I hung my head down. "She leaves next week."

Cherys nodded. "And how's Brianna?"

I chuckled, amazing even myself at what kind of predicament I'd gotten myself into. In the past few weeks, I'd become two completely different people. Half of me was Amber's depressed boyfriend, in agony over our impending separation. The other half of me played amnesiac with the first half, as if Amber didn't even exist. That part of me simply enjoyed the pleasant diversion of getting closer to a beautiful girl in

Brianna. In a way, that girl was just plain crazy; and for some strange reason she was falling head over heels for me.

But in these moments, when I wasn't with either of them, this broken man was left with the memories of both girls. Even now, I still loved

Amber. And for all the great things Brianna promised to be, I wasn't entirely sure I would ever get over Amber. And a part of me felt it was only fair to stop my relationship with Brianna before it was too Late.

Of course, that would leave me alone; and I DID have feelings for

Brianna. What would I do? What should I do?

"David?" Cherys asked quietly, snapping me out of my little ‘zone’.

Me and Amber? Me and Brianna? How would it all end? I sighed and simply said, "It'll be what it's going to be."

Cherys turned back to the headstone. "Maybe you should ask Ellie for advice."

Couldn't hurt. I closed my eyes and silently spoke to my old girlfriend.

“Did you do what I asked?" Amber sat on our bed, her back to me with her question directed to the wall in front of her.

I leaned on the doorknob, feeling a heavier weight on my shoulders than ever before in my life. I asked myself for the umpteenth time if we were doing the right thing. I sighed and answered, “Yes.”

Amber slowly twisted around. Her eyes scanned the room as she rotated at a snail's pace, surveying the empty furniture and noting the bareness of the walls which once held our shared decorations. Filled cardboard boxes were neatly Labeled and stacked a few feet away from me. Heavy suitcases stood off to the side, ready for transport. Pretty much everything was packed up, except for the bed and its single set of sheets. The movers would come to the house in a couple of hours to clear the place out.

My eyes were on my girlfriend. Her fine blonde hair was loose, hanging over her ears and hiding her cheekbones as her head tilted downwards.

Then at last she turned her gaze to me and silently beckoned me to the bed.