I changed the point of view from second to third, just in case I wanted to continue it.

Still don't own PB, which is alright with me. I have enough going on without owning a TV show :)

He meets her at a coffee shop that she's gone to for a while, and for the first time in who knows how long, she's truly happy to see him.

Sara waves him over from his spot at the door, and watches him walk over. He seems happy, and freedom suits him well. She can't help but wonder if he still has the tattoos.

They both smile politely as he sits down and a waitress comes to get his order. After she leaves, she sits there wondering how he was dealing with things.

"It's been a while Sara," he says quietly as he leans back, studying her face.

"I was just wondering how you've been, that's all," she replies, hoping her voice and face doesn't give him the real reason why she wants him here. "I, uh, saw you the other day."

"Is that why we're both here? I take time out of my day so you can tell me that you saw me the other day?" Realizing his tone, he closes his eyes and apologizes quickly. "It's been a little hectic with Lincoln and LJ moving out."

She nods, although she already knew, since she had spoken with Lincoln before she saw Michael. Seeing a velvet-covered box, Sara points to it and ask, "Who's the lucky woman?"

"Someone I've known for a while," he responds, and her heart sinks slightly.

Deep down, she can't help but think she could have gotten that ring. She seems to come to the conclusion that it was her fault they weren't together anymore.

A silence falls over them as the waitress comes back and gives Michael what he ordered. It allows her think of the mistakes she made, which causes to cringe inwardly. She knows she has spent too much time awake at night just thinking about it when she couldn't sleep.

"Michael," she starts, not sure if she wants to continue. "Why are you here?"

"Do you want the truth?"

"Yes."

He hesitates, and she doesn't know what to expect. She watches his eyes close and open before taking a sip of his coffee and making a face. "I wanted to know if I still love you."

"Do you?"

"I'd like to think that I don't," he almost whispers. "It would be the best for all of us."

She nods and closes her eyes as she turns her head away.

"I'm sorry Sara," he adds before getting up. She hears him take out his wallet and put some money on the table to cover the coffee and the tip. "I want you to know that…why we broke up…it's not your fault."

"So it's yours?" Sara asks, her voice cracking slightly. She half hopes he hears it.

"I needed you then, Sara."

"What about now?"

"I don't. I just…I don't need you now."

She watches him leave and sits there alone for a while longer, not knowing what to do.

She had called him because Lincoln had suggested it, but she can't help but mentally stomp in frustration, seeing where it got her: alone in a coffee shop, and the man who once promised that he would never leave her was gone.

Getting up to leave, she catches a glimpse of someone watching her. Sara can't help but think it won't the last time that she'll see Michael watching her.