A/N: Alright! Here's my newest project! So, after much agonizing and polling, this story overwhelmingly won the little contest that I did… and just as a warning, if you thought that my last 3 pieces were angsty, you have no idea what you're in for in this story… oh and as a little side note, I've already made a trailer for this story so check that out on my profile. So, enough with my chatter and on with the story! Happy reading and don't forget to review!!

This is the way you left me
I'm not pretending…
No hope, no love, no glory
No happy ending…
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever…
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together…

"Happy Ending" – Mika

Prologue – No Happy Ending

It was raining that afternoon.

Pouring.

She ripped off her black beret as she entered the train station, her eyes red and her cheeks stained with tears that seemed to never stop flowing. Her khaki trench coat was almost completely soaked and she was sure that she was going to ruin her shoes. Clutching her black purse in one hand and her oversized rolling suitcase in the other, she made her way across the lobby.

Her father would be ashamed of her. Spencers were fighters. Spencers were resilient. Spencers never let something like this to keep them down. Lulu buried her face in her hands and shook her head.

But even Spencers had limits and this… this was simply just too much.

"Excuse me, miss? Can I help you?"

Lulu quickly wiped her eyes and looked up at the man that stood before her. He smiled warmly at her and from the uniform that he was wearing, she guessed that he worked for the train company.

"Um, yes… can—can you please tell me where this boarding platform is?" she asked, holding out her ticket.

The man directed her to the nearby platform and she thanked him. She weaved between the crowds of people looking up their connecting trains. The sooner that she got out of this stupid city the better… she couldn't wait to go back home to her friends and family. Carly had already offered to let her stay in her guest room while she looked for a new job and an apartment. Tracy had offered her a position at ELQ and of course her Aunt Bobbie needed someone to help her run Kelly's after the passing of Mike Corbin last winter but Lulu hadn't made any decisions yet. She just knew that she needed to get the hell out of Manhattan. She finally reached her train and handed her ticket to the attendant. She pulled her suitcase on board with her and once on board the train, she collapsed into a nearby seat, exhaling deeply. Soon this would all be over. She would be leaving this city with all of its pain, suffering and horrible memories of the life that she dreamed of that quickly disintegrated into a nightmare.

This had been the worst day of his life.

The absolute worst.

Johnny Zacchara had returned to his brownstone after an entire week of being away to find his wife gone. Her clothes, her shoes, her jewelry, her photo albums… everything. Things had been so horrible between the two of them for months and he never thought that he would come back to the brownstone where they began building their life together so long ago but he found himself standing on the stoop of their brownstone, key in hand.

He had tried running away from everything but it was no use.

He could never get away from her. She was a part of him. She was his soul… his heart… his entire life. It wasn't going to be easy to get back what they had but he couldn't even think about a life without her. He spent twenty minutes running through their spacious brownstone, calling her name, hoping that he wasn't too late to make things right between the two of them. All he found were the divorce papers that he had given her, with her hasty signature on them.

Thirty minutes later, he stepped out of a cab and ran into the lobby of Grand Central Station. He almost slipped on the marble floor because of the rain. The only trains that went from Manhattan through Port Charles were out of Grand Central and he knew that she was headed to Port Charles. His eyes searched the lobby for the train schedule. His dark brown hair was dripping with rainwater and his black peacoat was drenched. There was no time to grab an umbrella when his marriage was at stake. His heart began to pound as he searched the departure times, desperate to find one for Port Charles. Every single second, she was going to slip further and further away from him. His eyes found the train that he hoped his wife would be on and he quickly took off towards the platform.

His feet couldn't carry him fast enough to the train. He hoped that he wasn't too late. They had been through so much together and this was just a rough patch. They could get through this. They loved each other and that's all that they needed to get through this. She would forgive him. He would make her see that even when the unthinkable happens, they could pull through. Johnny breathed a sigh of relief as he approached the platform but the attendant stopped him.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm afraid that they've stopped boarding for this train… you'll have to catch the next one at four-forty." The attendant said, blocking the pathway to the entrance of the train.

"You—you don't understand… my wife is on that train." Johnny panted, pointing to the train. "I need to speak to her… it's important…"

"I'm very sorry, sir, but we're not allowed to let any more passengers in the train because it's due to leave in five minutes." The attendant said, putting up his hand in front of Johnny.

"Please! I need to speak to my wife! For the love of god… you have to let me through!" he cried, his voice rising as he let his emotions take control of his voice.

"I can't let you do that…" the attendant said flatly.

Johnny put his hands on top of his head and started to pace. This couldn't be happening. He tilted his head upward to prevent his tears from rolling down his face. What else could he do? There had to be something to get his wife's attention. He began walking away from the attendant, hoping that he would ignore Johnny's proximity, but he quickly turned around and began screaming her name.

"Sir, please! Lower your voice!" the attendant shouted but Johnny didn't listen.

"Lulu! Lulu, please! Lulu!!!" he wailed.

He felt the tears fall from his eyes as he continued sob. The more he screamed, the more desperate his voice became. He didn't care how everyone around him stopped what they were doing and looked at him. She was his entire life. That night that he found her hitchhiking on the side of the road, everything in his life had changed. She became his reason for waking up every single morning for the past four years. She had become his air, the thing that kept him alive. He couldn't lose her, not like this.

Lulu shut her eyes and covered her ears, trying to block out the screams coming from outside of the train. It took every ounce of willpower to not to look out the window onto the platform. She would've known that voice from anywhere… yelling, whispering, crying, laughing, screaming… her husband's voice would surely haunt her for the rest of her life.

"What's the commotion?" Lulu heard another passenger ask as she pressed her nose to the glass window of the train.

Lulu sunk down in her chair, bringing her knees in. Everyone seemed to be interested in the man outside and his emotional display… everyone except for Lulu. She couldn't bring herself to look. He was the one who had left. He was the one who walked out of their marriage and he couldn't just snap his fingers and expect her just to run into his arms and all would be forgiven.

"No…" Lulu whispered.

For too long she had taken a backseat in her marriage and she wasn't going to go along with it for any longer. It didn't matter how much she loved him or how much they had gone through over the past four years together, she had to get away from him and everything that reminded her why their marriage had failed. Signing those divorce papers proved to be the hardest thing she had ever done, admitting that her marriage was over. She dried her eyes and looked down at the elegant Harry Winston that sat on her finger. All of the promises, all of the plans that they made, all of the dreams that they had for their future…

Gone.

Unable to bear the weight of what could have been, she ripped the ring off her finger and threw it in her bag. Looking at the diamond made her want to start crying all over again and she had wasted too many tears over that man, tears of happiness when he finally got down on one knee and gave her the ring and tears of despair when he told her that he was leaving.

No more tears for Johnny Zacchara…

The engine roared to life and Lulu felt the train rumble beneath her. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as the train began its slow movement out of the station. It would all be over soon.

Smoke billowed from the engine and Johnny's heart began to race. The train began to make its exit out of the station and Johnny tried his hardest to catch up. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. After everything that they had been through together, he was going to lose her.

"Lulu!" he screamed.

His feet picked up the pace as the train did. He gently moved people aside, trying to meet the train. He was probably going to get arrested but none of that mattered to him. His life was at stake. Without Lulu Spencer, he was nothing. He didn't exist without her. He didn't truly live until he picked her up that night and they sped off into the night out of Port Charles. It seemed like a lifetime ago, so much had changed. He had changed and she did too but she was still perfect in every single way. Maybe she didn't have much use for hotwiring cars and maybe he didn't drive dangerously any more but they were still those two kids that fell in love all those years ago.

As the train picked up speed, he could see his life with her flash before his eyes. The moment that their eyes met when she climbed into his car when they first met, the way she blushed when he came close to her, seeing her in that dress at the Black and White Ball and knowing that instant that he was going to marry her one day, the electric spark that he had never felt before with any other woman when her lips grazed his for the first time, holding her close and noticing how their heartbeats were perfectly in-sync, watching her sleep after they made love for the very first time, hearing her say 'I love you' for the first time, being rendered helpless as she walked down the aisle to him on their wedding day…

"Lulu… please… come back… come back to me…" he panted, as he ran.

He looked up and saw her looking out the window, directly at him. Her hand was pressed against the glass and there were tears running down her face. It broke his heart to see her cry but he couldn't get past how beautiful she looked when she cried. She was wearing her favorite black beret that she always wore when she traveled and the necklace that he had given her on their anniversary last year was draped around her neck. As if she heard him calling for her, she shook her head slowly and he felt his own warm tears spill from his eyes.

He was too late.

The train quickly slipped away from him and shot down the tracks with lightening speed, the image of her shrinking into the distance. His feet stopped running and he fell to his knees. His entire body shook with his sobs as he watched the train, carrying his wife, merge with the horizon.

"Lulu!" he screamed in anguish.

He felt like a thousand sledgehammers were pounding on his chest, smashing his heart into a million pieces. This pain, he thought he would never feel again but he was experiencing it all over again and he didn't think he had the strength to recover this time. He doubled over, clutching his sides, and continued crying. He didn't care if hundreds of people were staring at him, wondering why a grown man was on the floor crying his eyes out. He had just watched the love of his life leave him. He had no use for his pride anymore.

Because she was gone...