You were mine

Britney laid her head on the pillow, already wet with fallen tears.

• I can't find a reason to let go
• Even though you've found a new love
• And she's what your dreams are made of
• I can find a reason to hang on
• What went wrong can be forgiven
• Without you it ain't worth livin' alone

Pictures of him littered the floor, clutching his new girlfriend to his side and flashing his million-dollar smile to the cameras- the smile she thought he saved especially for her. His girlfriend smiled too, her arm protectivly around his waist. Her name still appeared in the papers when he was mentioned, but no more Britney Spears-Timberlake, like before, now just Britney Spears.

• I took out all the pictures of
• Our wedding day
• It was a time of love and laughter
• Happy ever after
• But even those old pictures have
• Begun to fade
• Please tell me she's not real
• And that you're really comin' home to stay

She looked at the wedding pictures, her white dress holding a tint of yellow. She was so happy. How could he? How could he leave her.

"Britney?" he said softly, his hand enveloped in Kara's. Britney let the glass she was holding shatter on the floor. "Britney, it's over." Kara smiled evilly and kissed Justin's cheek. Britney wanted to smack both of them. "Justin, why?" she asked, her heart in her throat. He shrugged. "We ran out of love." "So why is she here?" Britney snapped, then stepped forward and her hand made hard contact to Justin's. He fell back, his hand falling from Kara's to graze his cheek, before his eyes hardened. "Bitch." Kara spat, her face bright red. Justin had really left. He was really gone.

• Sometimes I wake up crying at night
• And sometimes I scream out your name
• What right does she have to take you away
• When for so long you were mine

Natalie shook her mother's shoulders, crying. Britney was crying for their father again. "Mommy, please. Mommy!" Natalie's cried echoed through the house, rushing into Robert's room, who sat awake, crying in confusion. He began to cry for his daddy. Britney sobbed in her daughter's arm.

• I can give you two good reasons
• To show how you love's not blind
• He's two and she's four and you know
• They adore you
• So how can I tell them you've changed your mind?

Britney sat in her living, cupping her coffee in her hand and listening to her children breathing softly on the couch, their thumbs in their mouth. She almost cried at the similarity between Robert and Justin. The unruly curly hair and bright blue eyes made her sick sometimes. "Justin? Come home." She whispered. "Please come home." Her pleas and cries fell short as the door to the house opened and Lance walked in, and wrapped his arms around Britney and let her cry.

• I remember when you were mine.

Ok this whas the story so now i ask you to be kind and to give Beth - the author - some feddback. Thanx.

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