A lump formed in her throat at his question. She had wondered how she would say good-bye, hadn't thought he'd find out it was her who was giving up her apartment. But here they were, back where they started, in front of her apartment. She heard Tesla's meowing, fat cat had heard her voice, but then he had heard Anton's as well and probably wanted out to get to Lics.<br/><br/>Stella put her bags down and leaned against the wall. Anton had sounded hurt, and there was something else, but she didn't know what. From Brad right down to Elena, everyone had told her to be open with him. Maybe it was the right thing to do. If he didn't care why would he sit in front of her apartment?  But Magdalene.....<br/><br/>She took a deep breath, "Anton," she began, trying to steady her voice. "Magdalene told me everything, and I'm happy for you." She paused and looked down on her hands which now clutched her purse like a lifeline. "But I can't stay here when she moves in with you."<br/><br/>She felt tears push at her eyes, but blinked them back. "She would never let us even be friends, and honestly..." her voice trailed off. This was it. Should she tell him? Well, she had already said all of this, why not the rest? "I like you more than just...friends."<br/><br/>There she had said it. Something she had never even thought to say. But it was out now. She didn't look up at him, couldn't, all she wanted right now was to run into her apartment, and allow herself to let go, to allow herself to grieve something she never had, and then move on.