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Never meant to break your heart,
Sometimes things just fall apart;
So heres one night to make it right,
Before we say goodbye...


Patricia saw him standing there across the room, a beer in his hand as he spoke to someone from Fabian's work. He laughed at something the guy said, and Patricia didn't know whether to smile or scowl.

Three years later, and she still didn't know what to think when it came to him…when it came to Eddie Miller.

They'd both found themselves at Fabian and Joy's wedding.

It had been years since she last saw him. He had barely changed one bit; his hair was still brown and gelled back and his eyes were still the familiar ones Patricia had been used to looking in to all that time ago. His jaw line was slightly different, however; maybe a bit more defined and mature.

And when she noticed herself staring, and saw him putting his beer down as he looked at her, she froze. He looked at her the whole time as he took every single step towards her, and she knew exactly what was coming. He was twisting in between all of the wedding guests.

"Hi," he said finally when he reached her, smiling softly. She just smiled back; a nervous smile. "Care to dance?"

Three years later, and Eddie was still her weakness. Dancing with him was her weakness. He'd been the first one to dance with her, to kiss her, to love her; and she hadn't let it go. Not really…not properly.

And Eddie hadn't either.
He'd spent the last three years regretting it; regretting making her cry, regretting breaking her heart. He'd just been trying to make things right…he was just trying to make things easier for them. Sometimes things just fall apart, and sometimes they don't work. But he never meant to break her heart; that had been the last thing he'd wanted to do. And he was forever sorry.

So now at the wedding, when Patricia nodded and hesitantly took his hand, she didn't know what she was doing. She was crazy, and stupid, and reckless, and she knew it the whole time they were walking towards the dance floor.

Of course, the DJ had just started a run of slow songs, so Eddie placed his hand on her ribcage and held the other in hers at their sides. Her hand came up around his neck and the feel of his hair under her hand just brought back a lot of memories that she wasn't sure she liked.

As they danced, it wasn't as awkward as Patricia had expected it to be.
Eddie's head was above hers and just to the side of it, and when he spoke, his voice was right next to her ear.

"I'm sorry, you know," he said, as quietly as he could after several long minutes of silent dancing.

"Sorry for what?"

He hesitated for a moment. "Sorry for breaking your heart."

"You… you didn't break my heart." She lied, only trying to keep up appearances.

"Okay, well…I'm sorry for making you cry. Even three years later, I still regret it…"

"It's fine," Patricia answered all too soon, as if she knew what he was going to say. As if it were instinct. She didn't like all these apologies; she didn't like feeling like the victim in all of this.

And suddenly, Eddie's hand had gotten a little lower, and he was holding his body too close to hers and Patricia was getting too comfortable with it for it to be considered healthy.
It was too familiar. She was too emotional. It was all too weird, having him this close after all this time. It was weird and almost not right how it felt so natural, even after three years. She'd never really let him go.

Quickly, she backed away from him and stared at him for a moment, up and down, looking his face all over. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
He looked shocked, and slightly confused, and before either of them could say anything else she was walking away. And then she was running away, her heels making a loud noise on the cold, stone floor as her legs took her outside in to the chilly air.

The garden of where the reception was being held was lit up prettily, with fairy lights wound in to the shrubs and bushes and around tree branches, and there were pots of flowers lining the cobblestone path. It felt too pretty out here to match Patricia's mood.

There was a bench a while down the path that led deeper in to the gardens. Patricia took a deep breath and stopped walking, sighing through her nose as she sat down. Her hands were sitting shakily in her lap; she was playing with the rings on her fingers and over-thinking things way too much. At one point, she even almost cried to herself for a while; but she wouldn't let the tears fall. Eddie Miller wasn't about to make her cry again.

It had been far too long since she'd seen his face. It had been far too long since they had ended and still, after all this time, every time she even thought of him, an uneasy feeling would erupt in her stomach. It was painful, and unsettling, and it made Patricia want to never let herself fall in love again.
Because she'd known it all along, really; she'd known that falling in love was dangerous. But then she had gone and fallen for Eddie anyway and he had ended up breaking her heart just like she had always known he would someday.

A moment ago, she told him he didn't break her heart. But he did.

And she hated that.

After a while, Patricia heard footsteps crunch along the gravel of the path, and when she looked up from behind her hair she saw a familiar brown-haired figure coming towards her slowly and hesitantly. Eddie. Of course.
He stopped just beside the end of the bench, his hands hanging limply at his sides. He was looking down at her, but Patricia was still looking down at her lap, hoping that there were no remnants of tears left on the edges of her eyes.
"Figured you'd be out here." He said, his voice soft through the silence.

Patricia almost laughed. "There's nowhere else for me to go."

"You could have left," he shrugged and helped himself to the space next to her. She shuffled away slightly so that their arms weren't touching anymore. "But I knew you wouldn't."

Patricia didn't say anything. She kept looking down at her lap, her hair like a dark curtain between the two of them. This whole situation was still like a raging sea inside of her; she wasn't at peace with it yet. And Eddie felt the same.

"So… I know I've already said this, but I'm sorry." Eddie cut through the silence again. Patricia still didn't look at him.

"Stop saying that. It makes me feel like the victim."

"What? You're not a victim…"

"Well, it makes me feel like one." She snapped, finally glancing at him for a moment. He still made her crumble.

She looked down again.

Eddie faltered a little, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of something to say to make this better. The atmosphere was unfamiliar between the two of them; it wasn't exactly awkward, but it was most definitely not comfortable. It wasn't even close to the two extremities of atmosphere they'd experienced in the past: love and hate. Now it was somewhere completely off that chart…it wasn't even in between the two things. It was something indescribable; something they'd never felt between each other before.

Neither of them liked it.

"Look, I…I didn't want to make you feel like a victim," Eddie started, trying his hardest to be as tactful as possible. Even after all these years, he still knew when Patricia was in a particularly touchy mood. "But I just wanted to apologise…"

"And that's exactly what you did. So why did you chase me out here? Wasn't it obvious I wanted to be alone?"

He shrugged hesitantly, still looking at her as she stared down at her lap. His heart still swelled with some kind of warm feeling for her. He just wanted to make peace.

"You've been on my mind all this time, Patricia."

"Well, isn't that just lovely for you." She deadpanned, feeling her eyes start to sting. No. She could not cry; not over Eddie again, and not while he was sitting right next to her.

"No, it's not lovely, because it's been killing me," he said seriously, still looking at her. He had one arm on the back of the bench and his body was half-turned to face her. "I felt so guilty. I never planned for things to end with you; especially not the way they did…but…I guess sometimes things just fall apart..."

Patricia waited for a moment before nodding slowly and replying with a simple, "yeah."

He looked away. "I'm sorry it fell apart with us. I didn't want it to.… I…I loved you, Patricia. More than anything in the world. I'm just really sorry."

Patricia's voice cracked. "...I'm sorry too."

And then he looked at her, and she tried to hide her face, but she was crying and he knew she was crying and he didn't know what to say to make it better.

Hesitantly, he leaned in to put his arms around her. At first she wanted to pull away, but then she gave in and relaxed her muscles, leaning in to him. She inhaled his scent – still the same as ever – and had to use all her focus to try and swallow back the tears that were desperate to keep falling.

When Patricia looked up at him after he let go, his eyes were glassy as he looked deep in to hers. Before she knew it, he was slowly – oh so slowly – leaning forward and their noses were very softly brushing together.

It all happened so slowly; so hesitantly, as if Eddie wasn't sure whether this was the right thing to do or not.
They both knew that even if they did kiss right now, it wouldn't mean anything. It couldn't mean anything. It'd been so long now, and starting things up again would only end in disaster; they'd only come crashing down. Neither of them could handle that heartbreak again. They just needed to make their peace.

When Eddie's lips finally brushed hers, she gave in and kissed him square on the lips, just like she had done so many times all those years ago. It felt weird, having him kiss her again; she'd kissed a few guys since then but none of them compared to Eddie. Eddie always felt different; he always made her feel different to any other guy she could ever kiss.

And as their mouths opened and they continued to kiss, both Patricia and Eddie got the feeling that no one would ever compare to each other. No kisses would ever come close to theirs.

They broke their lips apart reluctantly but stayed close.

"So…I heard you got a job in Scotland," Eddie commented quietly, his lips still close to hers.

Patricia pulled away a little and looked him in the eyes, nodding slowly. And then she looked down. "Yeah."

A small smiled found its way on to his lips. "I'm happy for you."

"Thanks."

"So…," Eddie started, his voice quiet and slightly husky. He was still looking at her. "Think we can make our peace now?"

Looking up at him without moving her head, she smiled, slightly sadly. Rueful, even. And then she took a deep breath in, telling herself to shake off that feeling of regret; and nodded. "I think so."

His smile finally grew properly. He stood up and dusted off his jeans before holding his hand out for her.

"So…what d'you say to one last dance together before you head to Scotland?"

Patricia smiled slightly and gently took his hand, standing up with him. "I'd like that.… Weasel."

Eddie grinned, a light chuckle escaping the back of his throat as they walked back in to the wedding reception. He resisted the urge to put his arm around her and hold her close.

And they danced together for much longer than the average broken-up couple. They danced for what seemed like an eternity; making the most of each other while they could.

When Patricia went home that evening, as she was driving down the road, she finally felt peace settling in to her. Even though things with her and Eddie had just ended for what felt like the second time in a row, it was like the rough edges had been filed off now. It was a clean break; a peaceful break.

Both Eddie and Patricia knew now that, even though they'd be on separate sides of the country, when they thought of each other, they'd smile. Because even though their relationship didn't end how they had wanted it to end, it was still good. Their memories were still so good.

Neither of them had wanted to live with regrets and bad memories anymore.

And now, after their last dance, they no longer did.

They lived with a smile on their faces when they thought of each other, because it was all good. They'd made their peace…even though nothing could ever live up to the way they'd loved each other.


A/N: I'M SORRY.

I've never written anything where Peddie aren't endgame before and I don't even know where this came from! I'm currently trying to decide whether I want to turn this in to a two-shot or not. Hmmm…decisions, decisions.

Anyway, please do let me know what you thought in a review! :) Hope you enjoyed it despite the half-sad ending… :|

Love :* xxx