I've run out complicated theories
so now I'm taking back my words
I'm preparing for the breakdown

She knows that he's in surgery right now, and maybe it's exactly why she went there in the first place, without seconds thoughts. Carefully, a little emotional, she opens the unhinged door of the trailer, and glances at the gray sky before stepping in.

She breathes in and out, thinking that the last time she's been in there she found something which belonged to another woman in her husband's pocket.

She tries to stay strong, as she picks up some clothes and takes some of her shoes, putting them in a big carton she brought with her.

A single tear rolls down her pale cheek, and she wipes it away expressionless.

Your t-shirt lost its smell of you
and the bathroom's still a mess
Remind me why we decided this was for the best...

She picks up one of his T-shirts from the bathroom floor, smelling it with closed eyes.

It doesn't smell like him, even though he often sleeps in it.

She looks around, watching the open toothpaste tube and the dirty socks near the sink.

She swallows, trying to believe what he keeps saying her: it's for the best...

She sighs again, scrawling a few words on a block notes, and turning to leave, the pain even more powerful than before.

Send me the other things I left here to the Archfield. Goodbye.

I know the distance is a factor
but I stretch as often as I can
I hope to reach your hands any day now

She tells everyone that she's healed now, and that she's moving on – that she moved on -, and when she actually starts to believe it herself, here he is tearing her apart again.

She didn't even realize that she had kept them, but when he notices and asks her why she's still wearing the wedding rings, the only excuse she can come up with is that she's not able to take them off, and that's not even a lie until he says to try with soap and she laughs nervously hiding her disappointment.

There was a time when he could get her without a single simple word, and now even when she's speaking he doesn't understand.

Please don't blame me for trying,
to fix this one last time
I have a hard time as it is

It's been a week, and pieces of their conversation still flashes hurtful in her mind, keeping her awake at night and making her need to use a lot of make-up to cover her distraught face.

When she told him the truth about her ex-mistress, or better his ex-best friend, she only wanted to fix things between them, closing the book, healing the wound, trying to be the grown-up one for once.

She had only ended up making it worse, and now she was paying for it with her restless nights.

Don't act like you don't know me
It's still me, I haven't changed
I'll be here when you come back

She comes out of the ambulance, her clothes creased, her face frantic, her eyes red and full of tears.

She expects him there, and at the same time she doesn't, but she of course feels great in his embrace, remembering times when he'd hold her, protect her.

And even if she cut her hair, she knows that deep down she's still the same girl – woman – in love with a wonderful man, an amazing surgeon, the love of her life that she misses more than anything in the world.