"It's certainly tragic. Isn't it?" Her eyes moved to his searching for the answer to her question. She bit her bottom lip and waited. She waited for any sign of agreement, any sign of disagreement. She waited for anything.

But he gave her nothing.

"I made a mistake. Okay? That's not what I wanted to happen. I didn't want to end up like this!" Her eyes began to water as her voice began to rise. Her fists were clenching each other and wrenching the piece of fabric in between her balled up hands.

She still waited. Nothing.

"What do you want me to say now? Tell me; I'll say it. Just tell me." She pleaded with him only trying to assuage him. Tears threatened to cascade down her cheeks. "Please?" Her last attempt.

Nothing in return.

Alex stood up from her seat on the porch of her home. Down South it was almost customary to have a porch with the gorgeous wicker chairs and cotton filled cushions. The wind blew that day. It eased the heat on the extremely wilting days. Her hair swayed with the wind as it picked up. Her guest still sat on his wicker chair.

"You were gone for so long." She whispered as she leaned on the banister of her white porch. Though she was quiet, he could still hear her. His full lips began to form a shape, threatening to defy her. "It was hard without you." His lips rested knowing that he felt the same way without her. She spun around, her hair wiping in the wind. Her eyes fell to his brown orbs. "But, now you're back!"

He nodded.

It wasn't much, but she was glad for some response from him. "Will you say you'll stay for dinner, at least? Just dinner. One meal." She waited for his answer her palms sweating hoping that the answer was 'Yes.'

Then her guest spoke, "I don't forgive you, Alex."

Her eyes pleaded for him to rethink his answer, "Oh please, Mason."

He was adamant on sticking with his response, "No, I was gone for things I had to leave for. I went back to England to tend to my ill mother. I was there by myself as my mother laid on her deathbed. I had nobody to help me or assure me that things were going to be okay. She could barely speak herself. You say it was hard without me? Well, it was hard without you. You never came that day to the airport. You never came with me to England when I asked you. 'I love you' was apparently the wrong thing to say."

Tears broke the barrier and began to flee from her eyes.

"I came back to America the day my mother realized that I was in love. She was dying and she knew how hurt I was! How selfish of me to be thinking of how much my heart ached when she was lying there with her entire body and soul aching. It had only been two months. Two months, Alex."

Her sobs became just a little bit louder.

"Two months and you were already engaged to another man. He hit it big, didn't he? He's great with cars, and he knows the insides and outs of them. You couldn't wait to be his wife. You couldn't even tell me? You couldn't have had the decency to tell me? Was I of so little importance to you? Gigi got the invite to your wedding. I didn't even get a text message let alone know that you and I weren't even together."

Alex hiccuped her tears in effort to clear them. She muttered through a slur, "He needed me, Mason. I needed Dean as much as he needed me."

"Right, because I didn't need you and you most obviously didn't need me."