By Whitney

He sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands as he tried to contemplate just what the hell he'd done wrong. There wasn't anything left for him here, so now the open road was his last salvation.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He could smell her still there in the room with him and he could sense her presence, even though the only thing in the room that belonged to her was the ring she left on the nightstand when she fled. He turned it over and over in his massive hands as he searched his deepest thoughts for answers. He stood up and walked to the opposite wall and looked in the mirror. 'God I look like shit!' he thought. He rubbed a hand over his stubbly face and thought against the idea of shaving.

He ran a hand through his messy hair and grabbed his bag, made sure the light was off and closed the door.

In the next room, his friend was gathering his things also and making lots of noise to rouse his female companion. Finally she opened her eyes and said, "Could you possibly be any more obnoxious? I'm trying to sleep here."

His sarcastic reply didn't faze her. "Well DEAR, unlike you, I have things to do today."

She rolled her eyes and turned over on her side facing away from him.

"Wake up sunshine, or your ass is gonna get left." he said as he threw her clothes at her.

"Fine." She stumbled out of bed and managed to dress.

At the last minute, she decided to wear her sunglasses, as an attempt to cover up that she was obviously drunk. She glared at him as she made her way out the door and to the elevator, leaving him to carry her bags himself.

Down the hall from them, the young Adonis was speaking on his cell. He didn't like to be away from family, and being socially un-capable of having friends, it made him all the lonelier. "Yeah mom, I love you too." he said trying to hide his obvious disgust that he'd rather not be talking t o her.

"I'll call you guys when we get to New York. I promise."

He spoke to his siblings, the ones that were left, and then hung up. It was getting harder and harder every time to finalize their conversations. If his mom wasn't such a bitch, maybe it would be different. But it wasn't and he had to face it.

The other slapped on his cologne and locked his room. He made his way down to the lobby and over to where the others waited. The group was smaller, save for a missing member and girlfriend, neither of which belonged to the other. After 5 minutes of

Impatiently waiting, the other member arrived but no sign of the significant other. The tall, dark one spoke up. "She's not coming." He said bluntly. They all just looked at him, awaiting an answer. "She decided to go back home. She left last night."

They all knew. They all knew why she left. It had been coming for a long time.

They all saw it coming. Everyone except for him.

The other random one was holding his girlfriend's hand as they walked to the van. She turned to look at him and smile. He knew she meant it. At least that's what he wanted to believe. As long as she didn't tell him different, things were cool. Hopefully….