Author's Note: Nope, I don't own anything. I'm trying to decide if this should be a one shot or a complete story… Please read it and tell me whether or not I should continue! I hope you like it!

She was terrified.

Terrified to even look at him again. Although she felt his gaze return to her, she was unable to meet it. Because in his eyes she saw things that she couldn't even begin to comprehend.

In his eyes she saw everything that she always thought true love would be. The kind of love that she dreamt of when she was a little girl. The kind of love she always thought she would have before she meet Roy and realism ground those dreams into the dust.

She was scared of the way her heart raced as he kissed her, scared of the way her body fit his so perfectly, scared of the fact that kissing him felt so right, and scared that she had never wanted to stop. That she wanted to kiss him again. She wanted to kiss him again before the moment was lost, before her thoughts drifted back down to earth. She wanted to kiss him before this fear that was so terrible and yet so wonderful left her numb.

For a moment, the briefest moment, their hearts had become one. And that moment was one of the most precious things that she had ever experienced. Their single heartbeat had pumped through each of their intertwined bodies a tantalizing mixture of exhilaration, joy, guilt, sorrow, hope, love… and she wanted nothing more than to feel that rush again.

But instead she looked away from him and mumbled something about cameras.

"I don't care," he replied.

For the first time she realized that she didn't care either. Not anymore. The time for care and caution around them was over. It had ended long before tonight.

She wanted to tell that she was so incredibly afraid, she needed to tell him that, but her lips stayed tightly locked. A few silent moments passed in which each of them fought for the right words. Right now only the perfect words were acceptable. Any others were just superfluous nonsense.

Jim found them first.

"You think you can't, but you can," he said. "You deserve more than this. But you have to take a chance. And I know it's scary, so if you decide to marry Roy I won't try to stop you, and I won't judge you. But if you decide to take a risk, I promise I'll be there for you. Please, just think about it. Before the wedding's over."

He didn't expect a response and she didn't surprise him with one. The glass doors thudded behind him.

Only the camera witnessed her silent tears.

He had asked her to think about it. Think about leaving Roy, about jumping from her safe haven. And she believed that he would be with her on the plunge downward if she asked him to be. He always kept his promises. He had asked her to think, and she would think. She couldn't deny him that, not after tearing his heart into pieces.

Except that it was impossible to compare the two of them.

They were from different worlds. He was her work life, Roy was her home life. He made her laugh, Roy kept her safe. He loved her, so did Roy. Who did she love?

She felt sick.

This was all Jim's fault. He was wrong for telling her, for kissing her. He was wrong for telling the truth, for the first time. He was wrong for making her want to kiss him back, for making her want to kiss him again, for making her want to leave Roy and stay with him forever.

She was wrong for feeling this way.

Ten years. Ten years of commitment. She remembered her elation when Roy proposed to her. The thrill of finally seeing a path laid before her feet, the certainty of knowing that their relationship was heading somewhere.

How could she have known that it would have ended up here?

How could she choose?

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Of all the horrible Monday mornings she had ever experienced, this one had to be the worst. She couldn't go in to work today, she couldn't, she couldn't face him. What would she say to him? What would she do if he said something to her? How could she tell him that she had made her decision?

On Friday night the house was dark when she arrived home. Roy was snoring lightly in the bed. And she knew that she wasn't strong enough to leave him. Not even if she was in love with Jim. Not even if she almost drowned in sorrow every time Roy spoke a word to her.

Over the years she had poured so much love into him, so much care, so much history. If she left him, she would never recover all that she had given him, and she would be only a shadow of herself, a living ghost. The outcome of what she knew would be the biggest decision of her life was already settled. No matter how much she loved Jim. No matter how much she wished she could be with him. It wouldn't be fair to give him a sad phantom of a human being when he deserved the most complete, full of life girl in this world.

She didn't cry anymore. All of her tears had been spilled, and replaced by a chill that gnawed at every bone in her body.

She wasn't strong enough. She had used all her strength just to pull herself out of bed this morning.

And Roy hadn't noticed any difference.

So should I keep writing this story or just end it here? I have a few ideas as to where this story would go…Please review and tell me what you think!