Based on the song Payphone by Maroon 5

I'm at a payphone trying to call home, all of my change I've spent on you. Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong. Where are the plans we made for two? Yeah, I know it's hard to remember the people we used to be, it's even harder to picture that you're not here next to me.

Ward downed his drink and stood up from his stool at the bar. He left a twenty on the counter and pulled his baseball cap down farther as he walked onto the sidewalk outside. He shoved his hands down into his pockets and his finger brushed against a piece of paper. He pulled it out, not remembering what he had put in his pocket. He let out a small sigh as he figured out what it was. It was a photograph that Skye had given him. It was a picture of him with his arms wrapped around her, and for once they both looked happy and completely at ease. He flipped the picture over and looked at the messy handwriting on the back of it 'Maybe you're not a robot after all... -Skye xoxo'

He smiled at the memory. Of course that was before everything went to hell and Hydra rose from the shadows. Now she hated him, they all did. He folded the picture up and put it in the inside pocket of his coat and continued walking down the street.

I've wasted my nights, you turned out the lights, now I'm paralyzed. Still stuck in that time when we called it love, but even the sun sets in paradise.

"Hand to hand combat today," Ward announced as Skye walked down the stairs to the cargo hold a little over a year ago.

"Really?!" she asked excitedly.

"Really," he smiled and nodded. She walked over to him and he counted to three. As soon as he said go, she swung a punch at his face but he blocked it and grabbed her wrist, twisting it so she turned around. Since one side of her body was now lower than the other, she hooked her arm around one of his knees and pulled, throwing him to the ground. He grunted and let go of her wrist and she lifted her hand out for him to take. Instead of having her help him up, he yanked on her arm and pulled her down on top of him, "that was an unorthodox way of getting me to fall," he laughed.

"Well you know me," she teased, "I love breaking the rules," she said as she lowered her lips to his.

But that was a long time ago. He hadn't even seen her in eight months. He hoped she was at least happy somewhere, even if it wasn't with him.

If happy ever after did exist, I would still be holding you like this. All those fairytales are full of it. One more stupid love song and I'll be sick.

"Where were you?" Kara asked as Grant walked into their safe house.

"Just went out for a drink," he said as he shrugged his coat off.

"You weren't seen, were you?"

"No, I made sure of it."

"Good."

"I'm heading to bed," he waved as he headed towards the direction of his room.

He closed the door behind him and sat on his bed, staring at the picture Skye had left him months ago. He smiled a sad smile and set the picture on the table next to his bed. He hopped into bed and turned out the light, hoping to actually get some sleep that night.

"I love you Grant," Skye said in his dream.

"I love you too, Skye," he said as he entwined their fingers.

"Good," she smiled a wicked smile and pulled out a gun and shot him twice in the stomach, "because know you know what it feels like to be betrayed by the one you love."

He lay on the floor, gasping for breath and looking at her in bewilderment. She bent down and trailed a finger across his hairline, "you really thought I could love a monster like you?" She scoffed, "this really was too easy. I expected more from you, Grant."

Ward jolted awake and looked at his clock. He had only been asleep for an hour. He knew he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep again that night. Had Skye really felt like that when he had betrayed them? Like he was practically shooting her and tearing her apart inside? He was going to be sick.

You can't expect me to be fine, I don't expect you to care. I know I said it before, but all of our bridges burnt down.

She probably assumed that he was off somewhere killing people, because like the dream version of herself had said, he was a monster. And who could ever love a monster?

I'm at a pay phone trying to call home, all of my change I've spent on you. Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong. where are the plans we made for two? If happy ever after did exist, I would still be holding you like this, and all these fairy tales are full of it; one more stupid love song and I'll be sick.

He pulled a lighter out of the drawer from his bedside table. He flicked it on and held the picture over it. He may have regretted burning the picture just a little bit, but at the same time, he was glad he did it. He didn't need the constant reminder that the woman he loved hated him. He watched as the picture slowly turned into nothing. The last thing he saw before it completely burned was his arms around Skye. He sighed, if only he hadn't messed up so badly in his life, they could've still been like that.

If this was a fairytale she would be the princess, but in this story, he definitely wasn't her prince. He was the villain.

I'm at a pay phone.