This is for Bekka (aka the Bennoda slut) for writing that sentence that pissed me off in the masturbation-Mike fic she posted a while ago. Take this! XD

Short and shitty. Awwww yeah!

Not Possible

Tears sprang down his face as I formed the words I never thought my lips could utter.

"We're over."

We have been for a while. All it took was one drunken night on tour for our fate to hop a track. Too many shots of tequila, a line crossed that could never be backtracked. I wasn't bitter. Okay, maybe I was a little bit. Mostly I was doing what I knew had to be done. We were over.

"I'm in love with another man."

I was. Brad. He kissed me that fateful night. Things were done that couldn't be undone. I didn't want to undo them. For six months we did things behind my boyfriend's back. Feelings for each other were developed. I loved him.

"I'm sorry."

I was...for him. It was awful what I was doing to him, what was happening between us, but that was no reason to stay with him. We'd both be miserable.

"It's not you, it's me."

Looking back, I have to chuckle at this. It's the oldest line in the book. It was true though. He hadn't done anything to upset me. I was just...over him.

"I've moved on."

There was excitement with someone new. Anytime we were alone, we just couldn't keep our hands off each other. I leanred new things about him everyday, and we connected in ways that Chester and I never could.

"The spark is gone."

That's something you can't just recreate. I didn't want to; I prefered a new spark. One that I had with Brad.

"I do love you."

Just not the same way that I used to. When we first started dating, anytime he walked in the room, my heart started beating faster. Everytime he got close to me I thought I'd lose control. But now...

"You'll move on."

I knew he would. He's hot; everybody loves him. He turns down so many groupies, I swear it must be fucking second nature to him. I could just imagine him heading to a bar, picking up three chicks and having sex with them all at the same time. It wouldn't be a difficult task.

"You can stop loving me, Chester."

It shouldn't be that difficult--I did break his heart. He didn't look at me the same anymore.

But no, I was wrong. He had to say it--say the words that made my heart shatter into pieces. The words that destroyed all my justifications. The words that make me feel like a useless piece of shit.

"That's not possible, Mike."