*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

It's been three days since that horribly tragic day back in New York City. For days, all over the news, images and video tapes of the ruined city of New York played immensely. Memorials for lost ones lay in the rubble of the city. Over one hundred thousand people were killed, even a few celebrities I had grown very fond of over the years had perished, such as: Paul Wesley, Perrie Edwards, Chris Pratt, Rihanna and Lucy Hale. Thousands of homes and buildings had also been destroyed, and the state and the nation were working hard to help rebuild it. Again, the government tried to cover it up as some sort of terrorist attack, but everyone knew or had a very good idea as to why it happened and who caused it.

Right now, I was sitting in my temporary bedroom in NEST's Tranquility Base in Nevada. I had learned that while I was asleep the day we left for New York, the entire Washington DC base had been destroyed, leaving nothing left, so I was brought here after Will had ordered Sideswipe to get me out of the city and somewhere safe. They had lost Galvatron that day. Him and his entire army fled the city shortly after I had been taken away. Why? I don't know, and personally I didn't care. We'd see them again, this time bigger and better than ever, but this time, I'd be the one out for revenge.

Twelve hours later, everyone ended up here aside from a few of Will's soldiers who were killed in battle and. .Bumblebee.

I still couldn't get over the fact that he was actually gone and it was all thanks to Galvatron. Never in my life had I felt so much hatred. I've spent the past three days isolated inside my room. I wouldn't talk to anyone or any bot and I could barely even function. I felt so numb, lost, angry, and hurt and I didn't know how to deal with it. The part of me that had been stitching itself up for the better part of a year was ripped away from me. .yet again. There was an empty feeling inside of me, one that only he could fill.

I was sitting at the computer desk in my room. I grabbed my phone and headphones off the table. My dad and the rest them had made a pit stop in Chicago on the way here, and they picked me up a few things, like clothes, shoes, and my phone. I plugged the headphones into my phone and pressed the home button, my wallpaper immediately catching my attention. I stared at the picture of Bee and I that was being displayed on the small phone screen. I could feel the tears pricking in my eyes, so I quickly unlocked my phone, going to the music app and putting it on shuffle.

The sound of Lea Michele's 'If You Say So' filled my ears. I sighed. How ironic. I sat back and listened to the lyrics. It was scary how most of them fit my current situation. I tried to hold back the tears as I listened.

This wasn't fair at all. He wasn't supposed to leave me. He promised me that I would never lose him. He promised me that he would always be there when I needed him, and now when I need him the most he isn't here. He was my best friend. He saved me, but I couldn't even save him. I watched in horror as his life was taken away from him. The fact that he was still more concerned for my safety than his own life pained me more than anything else in the world. It doesn't seem real.

The song ended and I broke down, the aching pain in my chest returning. I ripped the headphones from my ears and put my phone on the desk, before hugging my knees to my chest, ignoring the pain that followed. My sobs echoed through the room. I just wanted to wake up from this nightmare. I wanted my life back. I wanted Bumblebee back. I couldn't take it anymore. I was supposed to be strong, but I couldn't. This had broken me. .shattered me.

For the past three days, people have been telling me that everything is going to be okay or that I'm going to be fine. My question is when. When is it going to be okay? When am I going to be fine? I feel as if I'll never know. I haven't felt this way in two years. .ever since my mom died, but this was worse. It may sound bad, but it's true. Bumblebee was my missing piece after my mom had died and without him I just felt so lost.

I wiped my tears away and got up, walking over to my bedroom door. I walked out the door and walked down the hallway a little bit until the sound of voices stopped me. I peeked around the corner and watched as my dad, sister, brother, best friend, and Will all conversed with each other.

"What are we going to do with her?" my dad asked.

"I've never seen her this bad before," Jason said.

"I don't know. Maybe therapy or something. She's not going to heal on her own," Will said.

"Listen to me. You guys don't understand one bit. That girl in there just lost her best friend. Her literal other half. He saved her. Can you not see it? I'm not talking about physically saving her life either. I'm talking about after her mom died. I'm sure you remember the way she was after that. She was an absolute wreck, and she was withdrawn from everybody and everything, much like the way she is now. The only reason she put on that strong act was because she knew that her mother wouldn't have wanted her to just sit around the house and be depressed all day. She acted as if everything was okay when it wasn't. I could tell.

"But, when she met Bumblebee, I noticed a certain light in her eyes. A light that I hadn't seen in so long. She was actually happy for once. Over the course of time, I could sense a change in her attitude. When she called me, there would be a happier edge in her voice and as time went on, it expanded and it was all because of him. He's her missing piece and without him she's completely broken. She not only lost her best friend, but she lost her savior or whatever. Nobody could ever replace him. Not even myself. Not to sound cliche or anything," Gracie said.

I scrunched my eyebrows at her statement. How could she possibly know that? I had never told her anything about it. They were all silent as they took in her words, but soon retaliated.

"So, how do we fix her then?" Lynleigh asked.

I pouted. Fixed? I didn't need to be fixed.

"You can't," Gracie said simply.

"Well, then what the hell are we supposed to do with her?" Lennox asked.

"You have to give her time. I don't know how much, but that's what you need to do," Gracie replied.

I accidentally let out a sigh, causing the five-some to turn their attention to me.

"Did you hear all of that?" my dad asked.

I just nodded and looked at Gracie. I walked over to her and engulfed her in a hug. She was surprised at first, but quickly hugged me back.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, apologizing for what I had said to her back in New York City. She released me.

"It's okay. I know you only said it out of anger and hurt. It's not your fault," she assured me.

"But, how did you know?" I asked her.

She gave me a questioning look before realization spread across her features.

"Don't be silly. I know you better than anyone. Well, without the exceptions of course," she said softly.

I just looked to the floor.

"I'm glad that you're finally speaking to us again. We've been so worried about you."

"Yeah, well."

"The rest of them have been worried too. They really want to see you, Rose," Will said, putting a hand lightly on my shoulder.

"Come on, Rosalie. Please?" my dad asked.

I sighed in defeat and gave him a small nod. I crossed my arms over my chest and followed them down the long hallway and down several flights of stairs.

Soon, we came to a tall doorway. Will grabbed the handles of the two large doors, and slowly pushed them open, revealing a massive room. I followed them inside and looked around. In the middle of the room, the Autobots were sitting around in a circle. The sound of the door shutting and our footsteps caught their attention. Hound saw me and smiled widely before standing up.

"She's alive!" he exclaimed.

My face twisted at his words.

"Probably not the wisest choice in words," I heard Dino mumble to him.

Hound realized his mistake and his smile faltered. He sat back down and shot me an apologetic look.

"It's so nice to see you again, Rosalie. How are you?" Jolt said.

I mentally scoffed. Wasn't it obvious? I was absolutely horrible.

"I'm fine," I lied.

The atmosphere inside of the room felt empty and I noticed it was because we lacked one very special Autobot. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Are you positive?" Sideswipe asked, studying my features.

I shook my head and let the tears flow. Someone wrapped their arms around me, but I didn't pay any attention to them. I shrugged them off of me and wiped away my tears.

"Excuse me," I barely whispered as I turned around and headed out the door.

I made my way down several long hallways before finally finding what I was looking for. I walked out of the base doors and into the crisp night air. I sat down against the side of the building and stared up at the night sky. Right now, all I wanted to do was cry. Nothing was the same. Everything felt so foreign and I hated it so much. Everything felt wrong and it was all because he wasn't here.

"Please, come back to me," I cried as I looked at the sky.

The stars shone brightly, and the moon was almost full.

"You lied to me. You said you'd always be there for me, but you're not. Why'd you leave me?"

The tears flowed faster as I thought back on our memories.

He would always get mad at me when I would ask him to take a picture with me. He hated taking them and I thought it was the funniest thing ever. I missed the way that we used to tease each other, the way that he would always playfully push me to the ground with his finger when I challenged him. I missed the way that him and Crosshairs would scold me for whatever I was wearing, only for me to stubbornly ignore them. I missed our late night drives and our talks. He gave me some of the best advice, aside from Gracie, of course. He always looked out for me and made sure I was safe. He protected me better than anyone could.

"You didn't deserve this," I whispered as I watched the stars.

I caught sight of a large shooting star and sighed sadly.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't save you."

The tears came faster. It seems that all I've done the past few days is cry. I'm surprised I haven't ran out of tears yet. I got up from my position on the ground and looked at the sky one last time.

"I promise that I'll make it up to you," I said softly and walked back in the base and up to my room.

I snuggled into the heavy covers and laid down. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.