I didn't know how to fix things. I didn't want to fix things with Denis. I just wanted him out of my life. But I knew that humans required fixing. Always required closure and confrontation. It annoyed me - that I knew I had to do 'the right thing'. But I didn't know how to. He didn't show up at my work. Nor follow me home. He didn't wait outside my house night after night. After a week, I began to draw the conclusion that he did not want me to fix things. After a week of me looking for him, and finding not even a trace of him anywhere, something final turned up. Someone, rather. "Just tell me where he is." "You're rather abrasive." I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Fine. Hi. How are you?" I said, spitefully cheerful. "Not better." Ben looked at me, smirking. "Ya. Not better. You should probably work on that." "Work on what? I'm obviously just a cheerful, fun loving, small town girl. Who wants to know where the fuck your boyfriend is." I snapped. Ben laughed. This story is a re-publish of a fic I wrote in 2016 and has not been edited since.