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"You don't mean it. I know you don't." Isaac insisted as he headed to the door. "Isaac stop. Leaving isn't going to change anything hun. Isaac Hanson." Andrea called after him, adding with that certain tone that demanded attention, "Clark Isaac Hanson you stop now or I swear I won't be here when you get back." "Yeah right." Isaac mumbled as he shut the door behind him. "Damn you." Andrea screamed as she dropped to her knees before raising her hands to her face as the tears began to fall. It was like all the times before, the minute she suggested anything was wrong, he'd leave. Andrea wondered if he truly thought not talking about it meant there wasn't anything wrong. "I can't do this anymore." Andrea sobbed looking around the apartment. Memories of better times flooded her mind as she gazed at the mementos from happier times. In the corner was the huge teddy bear he had won her the night they disguised themselves and snuck off to the County Fair. Andrea chuckled remembering how determined he was that he would win her the biggest prize. "You could have bought two or three with the money you spent to win that for me." Andrea whispered before continuing her search of the apartment. The walls were covered with pictures of the two of them. Them at the Grammys, the MTV Awards, the Teen's Choice Awards, and her all time favority, the two of them surrounded by his family. "Mom and Dad will never forgive me." Andrea gasped at the thought of what she was thinking. She smiled as she noticed the flowers he'd just sent, sitting in the center of the dining room table where their breakfast dishes still sat. A sigh rose from down deep as she thought of all the romantic notes and gifts she'd received from him. "Well I said I wouldn't be here so I better stop feeling sorry for myself and get busy." Andrea said between sniffles as she rose from the floor then turned to head down the hall to their room. The trail of their clothes brought another round of tears and an ache deep inside as she thought about how good they were together. "We can't make it if you won't talk about it." Andrea mumbled as she bent to pick up her jeans before continuing down the hallway picking up her tee shirt and bra. Inside their room she picked up her panties before moving to the closet and grabbing a couple of suitcases. She placed them on the bed, wiped the tears with the back of her hand before beginning to fill the cases, taking only the items she had before she met him. "Not much here." Andrea mumbled as she closed the last suitcase and gazed at all of the clothes still hanging in the closets or folded neatly in the drawers. "How did I let this happen? He's bought everything for me. When did I stop taking care of me?" Andrea wondered, thinking back to the day they met.
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