A/N: This is in second person. I tried to write it in third person, but it wasn't working out. (And I hate first person.) Anyway . . .

It's short, but I didn't want to drag it out. I just wanted to get to the point.

And it has spoilers for the episode "There Goes the Bride."

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

When the breakdown hit at midnight, there was nothing left to say . . .

Backstreets, Bruce Springsteen

The cake is gone, the ice sculpture melted, and your ring is gone as well as your fiancé.

This is what you wanted, right? You chose cancel the wedding. But everything comes with a price. Canceling the wedding meant you got to live with the kids again, but you lost the love of your life.

Could you even call that a wedding? You didn't even pick a first dance song yet, your father couldn't walk you down the aisle like you dreamed, the Ice Queen was not the ideal mother-in-law, and was the Groom husband material?

He had money, he got his job back, and was handsome. Though, there was something about him that never felt . . . right.

He wanted to move to a different country, crush your dreams of being an actress, and ever seeing the kids again.

Alone in your dark room, a sob breaks the silence. And another, until tears are streaming down your face uncontrollably.

Why do you feel this way? Will this pain in your chest ever end?

No, you decide. You broke someone's heart and there will always be that What If?

You need to explain yourself and your actions. You did have a short talk when giving back the ring, but that was nothing.

Turning on the light, you grab a piece of paper and pen. Now what do you write to him? Oh, I'm extremely sorry. I hope you can forgive me!

You stare at the blank paper for a while, wondering how to begin. You're putting too much thought into this. You should write from your heart, not your brain. So you begin. . . .

Dear Brooks,

I'm sorry. I'm beyond sorry.

I made a promise to you-a promise that a broke. I was cruel. I said I loved you-and I do-but we are different people.

You're a great man, Brooks, and someday you will find a beautiful woman to love-but I'm not that woman.

Love,

Jessie

You look at the paper and rip it to shreds. This is your apology letter? It's pathetic! It says nothing. It doesn't explain why you did what you did.

You start to think about the What Ifs again. What if instead having four days to plan a wedding you had a few months? Would you still be together even if he didn't get the job in Africa? You know you'll be asking yourself these questions every night until you find that special person.

You turn to the clock, it's nearing midnight. You're tired, the day didn't turn out as planned, and you're pretty sure you spelled some words wrong.

You turn off the lamp, hoping to find a bit of light in the darkness, leading to your bed. You trip and land in your bed. Curling up in a ball, you start to cry again.

What will you write to him? What will your family think? (You can picture your family making The Runaway Bride references. . . .) What will your friends think?

You stop yourself and say, "Tomorrow. I'll think about it tomorrow."

After all, tomorrow is another day.

This is my first "Jessie" fic and I don't watch the show (only if I'm really board), so I'm sorry if it seems OOC. Also this is my first FF in a long time, so . . . I hope you enjoyed it! Please review!

PS I stole the last line from "Gone with the Wind."