Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own these characters.

A/N: This is my first O.C. fic, and I'm not really good with the character's names, I've only watched one season, but here goes. This is about after Ryan leaves, a.k.a. the season finale.

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Marissa watched as Ryan, the love of her life, the only person who truly cared about her and accepted her, left her life forever.

She could feel her world crashing down before her. Literally. She felt her heart slowly stop, her breathing increase, and her body go numb.

'So this is it...' she thought, 'I'm dying all over again.'

She ran back to her house and flew up the stairs. Sobbing she fell on her bed and clutched her pillow to her chest. After awhile she looked up, tears clouded her vision and she stumbled around to find a Kleenex. When she finally got to the box and pulled out a tissue, she noticed a picture of her and Ryan sitting on her desk. She lifted it up. It was taken that summer at a beach party. She was wearing a pink summer dress and he was in hi usual jeans and a grey t. He had his arms around her waist and was resting his chin on her shoulder. One of her arms was around his neck and the other held his hand at her waist. She slammed the picture down on the dresser and it fell over, cracking the glass.

Marissa went to her closet and rummaged around her closet, looking for something. She found it and went to her window, staring vacantly out at the road. She brought the bottle up to her mouth and took a big gulp. Then another, and another. Slowly the pain started to ease away.

After awhile she couldn't remember why she was even crying in the first place. What had Ryan ever done for her but keep her from doing the things that made her feel good. 'Why did I ever stop drinking?' She wondered, 'I mean, look how good it is for me, I feel better already.' She said, finishing off the bottle.

Marissa staggered over to her bed and passed out.

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Ryan watched as his old home for the past school year edged away and disappeared into the sun. 'Goodbye,' he thought, 'I'm going home...' but a part of him knew that wasn't true. He knew deep down that his home was with the Cohens. He belonged there. There was no pressure there, no expectations, no haunting past, he was himself and truly happy.

He looked over at Thereasa; she gave him a reassuring smile and took his hand. 'I'm doing the right thing,' he told himself. 'I want my kid to have a better life than I did, I want to be there for him...or her...' He sighed and kept on driving.

After a long silence, "Thereasa, have you told Eddie about his yet?" he asked, not looking away from the road.

She looked away from him, "No."

He blinked, hard, and tried to stay calm and not think about what would happen when Eddie found out. "Don't worry, I won't let him hurt you anymore."

He glanced at her and saw a single tear drop from her eye. It glistened in the sunlight, then dropped out of view.

'I'm doing the right thing...' he said, and let the driving distract him.

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A/N: Well, what did ya think? Please R&R