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waited a long moment for his voice to greet her.   But instead, all she got was the angry buzzing sound, signaling the door had been unlocked.  
    Anna pushed on the handle and then made her way up the stairs, her heart thumping wildly in her chest as her nerves got the best of her.  
    This is for the best, she repeated over and over again.  
    Finally, she reached his door and she somehow managed to knock while still holding the box.   “It’s open, ”   Drew called.  
    She glared at the door, wishing Drew could somehow be on the receiving end instead of the door, as she struggled with the knob.   When she entered, he looked up, surprise clearly displayed on his face.
    “Oh, it’s you.”
    “Sorry to disappoint.”   Surely he had been expecting some six-foot-two blonde model-type to walk through his door—not the five-foot-three, average-Anna.   She sighed beneath his gaze, waiting for him to say something.   When after at least a minute or two had passed, Anna glanced down at the box, as if asking where she should set it.   It was a lot heavier now that she’d been holding on to it for awhile.  
    “Oh, you can just set it there, ”   he gestured to the floor beside her.   “That all of it?”   Anna only nodded, feeling very awkward in Drew’s presence without Jeff around.   It wasn’t as if they were friends or anything.   “ Kinda funny how seven years boils down to a box of junk.”
    “Yep, it’s a real knee slapper.”   She hoped he didn’t notice the sound of unshed tears in her voice as she crossed her arms over her chest.  
    “So what’s next on the agenda, you little heartbreaker, you?”   His tone was teasing, but that didn’t make the comment any less hurtful.   Anna stared at him for a moment before speaking, unable to hold back.
    “Look, Drew, I know you think I’m a bitch.   But you don’t know what happened.   So I’d appreciate it if you’d cut me just a little bit of slack.   It’s not like I wanted to hurt him.”
    Damn it , she swore silently as a tear slipped down her cheek.   Crying in front of Drew Whitman.   That was a brilliant idea.  
    “Anna, I—”
    “Just forget it, ”   she shook her head, suddenly very anxious to get away from him.   “Can you just make sure he gets that?   I think we can both be happy that, after this, we’ll never have to see each other again.”  
    “Hey, Anna, I didn’t—”  
    But she would have none of it.   She held up her hand and shook her head.   “Don’t worry about it, Drew.   I’m sure you didn’t mean anything by it.”   He stepped toward her, as if he might reach out to her, but she couldn’t do it.   She stepped back toward the door, a hand resting on the knob.  
    She’d already made an ass of herself by crying in front of him.   She wasn’t about to let him see her break down completely.  
    Which was exactly what would happen if she let him comfort her.  
    Because when Jeff’s best friend was trying to make her feel better for breaking up with Jeff…well, that’s when she would know she was in bad shape.  
    “Do me a favor?”   She asked before she stepped through the door.
    “What’s that?”
    “Just tell him I’m sorry.”
    “He knows, Anna.”   And as she nodded her head, she could feel the sobs building up inside her.   She managed a sad smile before she ducked through the door and dashed down the stairs, rushing back to her car and shoving the keys in the ignition.  
    A slow, sad song played on the radio.   A song of goodbye.
    And Anna let it all wash over her, a few quiet sobs and a dozen tears.  
    It was time to let go.
     
    ~*~
     
    Drew was an ass.   Usually he wasn’t so ready and willing to admit this fact, even just to himself.  
    But tonight, he’d outdone himself.  
    Yep, tonight, he’d really pulled out all the stops.  
    Okay, that wasn’t entirely accurate.   He hadn’t even said that much to Anna.   But apparently, it hadn’t taken