Mark glumly sat by himself at the bar, sulking and drowning in despair. Addison, the only woman he ever loved, was leaving tomorrow for L.A. Tonight, there was a good-bye thing for her at Joe's.

"C'mon Mark, lighten up," prodded Addison as she approached him. "Join the celebration."

He scoffed and drunk his tequila. "What celebration?" He knew he sounded bitter but he couldn't help it. "Double scotch, Joe," he said to the bartender.

Addie took the seat next to him and faced him. "You can't do this to me. I'm leaving tomorrow. Please lighten up."

"For what?" he asked. He turned to face her too and looked into her eyes, eyes he had always adored. "Why can't you stay?"

"I—I just can't Mark," she stammered. In fact, the reason she was leaving was because of him. She needed to get away from him. She wanted to deny her feelings for him, with no avail.

"Stay here. Stay here with me, in Seattle."

Addie backed away slowly. She didn't want to go but she had to. It hurt her when he told her that he broke the pact; she really wanted them to have a chance, really, she did. But there was no hope now. She needed L.A.

"I can't, Mark. I'm really sorry,she said. And she was too. She disappeared back into the crowd, never seeing his face fall. He loved her, ever since he set his eyes on her. She was perfect to him and he knew he could never be with her. He lied so she wouldn't get hurt. He loved her enough to let go.

"Thanks Joe," he mumbled drunkenly after more drinks. Still, nothing could make him forget about his pain.

Addison threw her keys on the table and fell on her huge hotel bed. She was still thinking about Mark and how much she'd miss him. Over the years of her marriage, he became her best friend too. He was always there for her, no matter what. She figured that if she was falling for him, the best way was to get away.

She felt something hard pressing against her back and found a little present with a note.

Addison,

Look I know my chances of convincing you to stay were slim but you can't blame a guy for trying. I guess I can't stop you then. I hope you'll remember that I'll always be just a call away. Anyway, this is something to remember me by,when you find someone else………

Love,

Mark.

By the time she finished reading Mark's sweet note, her eyes were blurring her vision with tears. She wiped them off and reached for the present. She opened the little, black velvet box and gasped. In it lay the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen.

The necklace was silver, a dainty sapphire hanging at the end. Little diamonds were around it, making it gleam in the dark. Sapphire was her birthstone, and he remembered. Instinctively, she put it on and looked at the mirror. It looked great on her and Mark knew that. Mark Sloan had some great taste.

That night, she fell asleep with his necklace on.

He struggled to push her out of his mind, to forget her even. But he couldn't. He couldn't hate her and stay mad at her. Hell, he loved her. He'd always known that. And in the end, they dreamed of each other.

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