Okay, so I got this idea today (2/17/13) while cleaning out my closet for six hours. I don't really know how long I am going to make this fanfiction. I will try to upload at least twice a week, but I probably won't be able to. Well, here is chapter one...

Amu's POV

I lied back on the uncomfortable, brown couch, my shining, pink hair splayed out behind me. I stared up at the plain, white ceiling with my golden eyes.

My life is total chaos. It seems that nothing can ever go right for me, so what is there for me to do? All I ever do is cause pain and destruction for myself. My choices have been bad throughout my entire life. However, I'll always love my husband. We may not have the best relationship out of all of the couples on earth, but we love each other.

As I lied there on that couch, considering life and whatnot, I felt that something awful was about to occur. I heard the entry door open and knew it was my husband. I rushed to our entry door to greet him, but once he turned and saw me, his face changed.

His usually warm eyes were now cold and filled with hate. I mean, this occasionally happens, but he's never looked this furious before.

Before I could utter a word, he spoke.

"Lets get a divorce," he said as if he was merely discussing the weather. "I don't love you anymore, so just get your stuff together. I will go and get the papers. All you need to do is sign them in a couple of weeks."

I felt my honey colored eyes fill with tears, but just lowered my head so my pink bangs covered my eyes and said nothing. He looked at his silver watch that I had given him as a present last Christmas.

"Well, I need to go and meet up with Ichigo," he said. "Go and get your stuff together and leave. I'll see you in a few weeks with the papers," he added harshly. I almost fell to the ground to beg him to not do this, but I didn't. Finally, he just walked out the same door he had walked in.

I just stood there in shock and confusion.

He wants a divorce? I still love him though. I've loved him ever since we met as young children. I now know that he doesn't love me anymore, but I still love him. He's still my air, my everything. What do I do?

After standing there for a minute, I just collapsed onto the ground and started sobbing as my heart broke into millions of piece. Thoughts raced through my head as I kneeled on the cold floor.

Why? Why doesn't he love me anymore? Am I not pretty enough? Maybe... Maybe I'm just not good enough?

I clutched at my chest as I felt a burning sensation claw at my heart. It felt as if I was having a heart attack. I felt panic rise inside of me as my tears grew in number. They continuously crept down my face as I fought to calm down and ease the pain.

After about an hour of crying and suffering, I came to the conclusion that I'm simply not good enough for him. I was so weak that I could hardly clamber to my feet. I swayed and almost tottered to the hard floor, but instead leaned against the brown, leather chair beside me.

I was still crying, but not so much that I couldn't see the way to our bed... our bed. I fell onto the bed, exhausted by my thoughts and tears. After barely a few seconds, I fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.

*Timeskip*

"What are you still doing here?!" Someone yelled nearby.

I shot up, wondering what was going on. He was standing in front of me, glaring at me like he wanted nothing more to do than to kill me. I shivered at the thought.

"I told you to get your stuff together and leave. Do it right now," he said coldly.

'Is this really the man that I married.' I thought as I stood up to gather my things.

I collected a few of my things and shoved them into my small, black suitcase. I had gotten my clothes, hair brush, tooth brush, photo albums, electronics, and one or two books. There aren't many other things that I own. I snatched up my purse from beside the door, and quickly put on my black boots with a small heel.

I left, leaving a small amount of my stuff and a huge chunk my heart behind. As I stepped out of the doorway, I felt the same burning sensation as before, yet I ignored it and pretended to be strong, not willing to allow him to see my immense suffering that he oh so enjoyed.

I staggered to my car and opened the back door to throw my suitcase inside. Once I had gotten inside the driver's seat of the car, I broke down, sobbing once again.

I knew that I had to get away before I went back and began grovelling for him to take me back. He held my heart and probably always would. As I pulled out of the driveway with tears still in my eyes, I only thought of one thing...

Why doesn't he love me anymore?

*~*~*End of chapter one! *~*~*

Well, what did you think? I actually think that this will be a really good fanfiction personally, because the storyline is original and everthing. I will tell you who he (Amu's husband) is later. Ichigo is a dude in this story if you were wondering.

(Okay! Today (June 24th, 2013) I decided to go back and add some things to this chapter and the others! I'm basically just correcting things and adding details along with other things. It shouldn't change the storyline at all. I also erased a bunch of things and added more detail and descriptive feelings and scenes. So, we all must sadly say goodbye to my first chapters. They were bad, but I still feel sad. Also, this chapter may be short, but it's definitely longer than it was to begin with!)