The next seven months went by slowly, everyday seemed to grow longer than the previous. Whit was almost complete with her recording, she had three days left, then she'd start touring. She had landed a spot on a tour of various pop artists, she was planned to perform last. On other notes she hadn't seen Nick since those two weeks back in Sweden, in total close to ten months. She was worried that they just weren't the same anymore, whenever he called their conversations grew shorter and shorter by the second. She was knocked out of her daze by the constant ringing of her cell phone. "Hello?" she asked.

"Hey" Nick's voice drifted through the line. A small smile spread across Whit's face, it was nice to hear his voice, but it soon faded. Their whole ten minute conversation was spent basically sitting there, a total of around ten words were spoken by the time phone hung up. "Well, I'll talk to you later" Nick ended.

"Bye" Whit stated, her voice blunt and harsh. Nick heard the click of her phone, then hung up his own, sighing deeply he buried his face in his hands, what had he just done. Meanwhile on the other side of the country, Whit laid across her hotel bed, once again looking down on the city, the lights seeming more inviting. She exhaled as she looked herself over in the mirror, stuffing some money down in her pocket, pulling a Nike hat over her head, sliding on sandals and grabbing her credit card type key. Slamming the door as she walked out and stepped into the elevators, blinking her eyes, elevators brought back too many memories of Nick, especially their first night. She soon found herself in Central Park, walking always let her think. She forcefully kicked up rocks as they came in contact with the toe of her sandals, she found herself wiping her eyes, she was crying. She became weak and sat at the first avaliable bench, pulling her knees up to her chest as she rested her head on her knees, she let her tears flow. It wasn't that their phone call had consisted of limited words, it was that he didn't say the three she really needed to hear, she was slowly falling apart, and right now she needed him.

Nick sat in his own hotel room, staring at the wall as he rested his back against the headboard of the bed and let his legs stretch out across the mattress. "Why is this happening?" he said aloud. He missed her, that was the problem. He hadn't seen her in ten months and it'd gotten to the point that he didn't know what to say anymore, he wanted to call her back, but she wouldn't be there. He knew her all too well. She was probably walking or driving around he thought to himself. Flipping on the radio a country song ran through the speakers, he listened intently, he always found help in lyrics.

"So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark And the thought crosses my mind
If I never wake up in the morning
Willl she ever doubt the way I feel
About her in my heart

If tommorow never comes Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she's my only one
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face this world without me
Is the loves I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tommorow never comes"

Nick cut off the radio as he realized the Garth Brooks song. Picking up his cell phone he dialed her number, the answering machine came on, he left a brief message before clicking his phone off and glancing at the clock, it was only nine o'clock there, meaning it was midnight in New York. Where was she? Rolling over he buried his face in the pillow as a tear slid down his cheek.

Whit looked at herself in the mirror as she entered the bathroom and removed her hat, it was two in the morning and she looked like a human version of hell. Her whole face was flustered, in a reddish state, her eyes were bloodshot and swollen. Her face was numb due to the tears and cold wind that had rushed over her. She didn't even bother to change her clothes, just laid down across the bed, curling herself into a ball, all she wanted to do was to feel his touch. Feel him lay down beside her and hold her, thats what he was there for, he was supposed to be the one she ran and cried too, not the one she was running from and crying about. She shivered as her blood ran and a familiar song ran through her head. The lyrics hitting her hard.

"Somewhere other than the night She needs to hear I love you
Somewhere other than the night
She needs to know you care
She wants to know she's needed
She needs to be held tight
Somewhere other than the night"

'I just need to know...Nick...damnit I need to know' she thought, running her fingers through her hair, gripping at the strands as if it was a source of relieving stress. She'd let it happen again, she hadn't totally lost him, but it was getting to that point, and fast. But they'd never had a full blown fight, that just wasn't like them. She was scared, to the point of no control that she'd lose the one she actually did love, but he wasn't like the others, or were his words only lies? She was confused, her cell phone rang and she answered it to retrieve unplayed messages, the only words Nick had spoken were 'I'm sorry Whit'. She just sighed, closing the phone back up and analyzing his voice, he was crying, or if he wasn't he was on the verge, it was shown by the cracks and huskiness that his voice usually didn't carry. Sighing yet again she stretched across the bed and closed her eyes, trying to sleep, it was no use, she needed him there, needed his touch.