The sun was setting when you woke up, your head throbbing, not feeling as refreshed as you would have hoped. As soon as your eyes opened, memories of what had happened just that morning drowning you in sorrow.

Moaning, you curled in on yourself, wondering how you were going to survive that night, and the following days. You wanted nothing more than to stay in your bed, and forget about the outside world, but in your heart you knew you needed to do something. You couldn't just sit by and hope everything worked itself out.

Reaching over, you grabbed your phone, noticing multiple text messages and calls. Your heart in your chest, you clicked on the first one, seeing Misha's name pop up. "Y/N, please let me know when you get this. I'm very sorry, and worried about you."

Clicking delete, you went onto the next one, wincing a little as you saw Jared's name. "Y/N, how could you? And with one of his best friends? You should see him. He's heart broken. He won't move from the couch, only to get a glass of whiskey. I am so disappointed."

You felt tears falling once again at that message, wondering how you even had any left to fall. The others were from friends who hadn't heard anything yet, your Mom wondering if you were coming down for your birthday. Normal, everyday tweets that showed you life moved on even when yours was crumbling all around you.

It was the last text that had your hands shaking, and you stared at the screen, unsure if you even wanted to open it. It was from Jensen, sent only an hour ago.

Taking a deep breath, you opened it, tears pouring down your cheek as you read the words. "Was I not enough for you? I don't understand why you would do something like that, and right now I don't even want to see your face. Maybe someday we can talk, but not right now. You're welcome to stay at the house, I'm planning on staying here with Jared."

You hit reply, but the words you wanted to say didn't seem snough. How could you tell him how sorry you were, that nothing had really happened. That when he walked in you were ending things before they became too heated? Finally, you tried. "Jensen, I'm not even sure you will read this. But if you do, please know I love you. I want to explain, because things looked worse than they really were. Let me know when you feel like talking. I know it will take time, but I will wait."

Pressing send, you decided to send one to Jared as well. You knew he was upset with you, but just maybe he would listen. "Jared, I know you probably hate me right now, but please, can we talk?"

The third text was to Misha. You knew he was hurting, maybe not as much as you, but he had still hurt his best friend, and the woman he claimed to love. "Misha, I hope you're doing alright. I know this has to be hard on you. Please don't worry about me. I will call you, Just give me a little bit of time."

After sending the text to Misha, you laid back down. You really wished you had someone to talk to, but you weren't sure who. You're friends back home were too busy raising their families, and you didn't want to burden them with your issues.

Sighing, you were trying to decide whether to wallow in bed all day or force yourself to get up and move when you heard the doorbell ring. Wondering who would be coming to visit you, you jumped out of bed, wrapping yourself in your robe. Taking a second to glance at yourself in your mirror, you winced at the sight in front of you. Your hair was a mess, full of tangles. Your face was red and blotchy, your eyes red and swollen. 

Patting your hair down a little bit, you took your stairs two at a time, listening to whoever was at the door ring it multiple times. You wondered who it was, a little worried it was Jared coming to yell at you. "I'm coming!" You yelled, rounding the stairs, rushing into the foyer. Throwing open the door, you were surprised to see Gen there, her arms full of bags.

"I'm glad you opened it. I was worried you wouldn't." She said, shoving her way through the door, giving you no choice but to shut it and follow her into your kitchen. You watched as she unloaded her bags, which were full of cookies, ice cream and wine. "I wasn't sure exactly what you liked, so I brought a little bit of everything. Things that I like when I'm going through a rough patch." She explained.

"Not to sound rude, but what are you doing here?" You asked. You had only met her once, and while the two of you had hit it off well, you wouldn't have expected her here.

She stopped messing with the items, turning to look at you. She was dressed casually, in a pair of skinny, light blue jeans, a pale pink t-shirt and flip flops completing the ensemble. Her long, dark hair was braided, and she looked as if she was ready to sped a comfy day at the park, or working around her house. "I know we don't know each other well. But during your BBQ, I felt as if we could be good friends. And Jared told me that you and Jensen were having problems. I thought you could use a girl to talk to." She explained.

You gave her a smile, the first true smile you had felt like giving since early that morning. "Thank you. You don't know how much I appreciate this." You answered honestly. 

"So, what will it be first? Chocolate, cookies? Ice Cream or wine? A little bit of everything?" She asked, and you smiled again. 

"How about we start with some ice cream. I don't think wine would be a good start." You told her, moving to the cupboard to pull out a couple of bowls. 

She nodded, and the two of you quickly got the ice cream dished out. "Where would you like to sit?" She asked.

You led her out to the patio, where both of you sat down in the patio chairs, slowly eating ice cream. "Listen, you don't even have to talk if you don't want to. Jared didn't give away any details. He had just canceled our plans tonight, saying he needed to be there for his friend. So I thought I could do the same to you. But please don't tell him, I don't want this to hurt our relationship." She said a little sheepishly.

"He's not talking to me anyways." You answered. "But it will be nice to have someone to talk to." You then proceeded to tell her everything. About the convention, your trip to the studios. You told her about the BBQ and how conflicted you had felt. You told her about Misha's visit, and how you had planned on ending things with Misha, and then how Jensen had walked in on the worst time possible.

"And I really don't know what to do. Misha's hurt, I'm hurt. Jensen won't talk to me yet, and I don't blame him. I hate myself for hurting Jensen, but I also hate myself for wondering what a relationship with Misha would be like." You admitted.