Disclaimer: See Chapter One.

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long for me to post this. I actually didn't have it written until yesterday. I don't have any of the rest written yet. Which is where I thought you guys could help. Do you have any suggestions on what you would like to see happen from here? I will try and work them in, but I don't know what is going to happen.

If I don't update again before Christmas, Merry Christmas! I hope ya'll enjoy!

Elizabeth

He watches me carefully waiting for my reaction. I don't know what to say to him. It's been a year, a very long year.

I thought I had finally moved on, but seeing him here now, I realize that I still love him. He looks good, really good. He is more muscular and he has a new tan. His dark hair is a little longer and I fight the urge to reach up and run my hands through it.

I had hoped that this day would never come, the day that my feelings would come to the surface and threaten to explode like a volcano. It took a year to tuck them way deep inside and only a moment to bring them to the surface.

I can't look him in his eyes, if I do then I will get lost, so I decide that my feet are a far more interesting option. I stare at them a moment before I ask him, "What are you doing here?"

"I don't know. I didn't plan to show up here." Something in his voice tells me that he is telling the truth.

"Well I will see you around. Bye, Harm." This is becoming too much for me so I turn and walk away.

I get about two feet away when I feel him grab my shoulder, "Sarah, wait."

When I hear him say my name it makes me angry immediately. "Don't touch me," I brush his hand away, his touch making me feel things that I don't want to feel, "and don't call me Sarah."

"Okay, I'm sorry. Can we just talk? Please." He doesn't deserve to have me listen to his excuses. He lost that when he decided to walk away.

"Talk about what? I have nothing to say to you." I look him in his eyes, hoping he can see the anger in mine.

"About us." He motions for me to take a seat with him at this small table. He sits down and I give in a moment later joining him.

"What us? There hasn't been an us since you decided to walk away."

"I know, this isn't easy for me, but please hear me out. I won't take much of your time." His eyes plead with me to hear him out. I knew I shouldn't have looked into his beautiful eyes.

"This isn't easy for you? How about how I feel? You left without giving me any reason and you expected me to be fine with it. You never wrote and you never called. You just disappeared. You were a coward!" Why does he get to be the victim here? I wasn't the one who walked away.

"I was a coward? I was trying to protect you. I wasn't sure if I was it for you. I didn't want to get six months into our marriage and then you decide that I am not what makes you happy. I was afraid I didn't make you happy." I am so glad that he makes assumptions about what makes me happy, why did I ever think that talking to him would be a good idea?

"You were protecting yourself. All you care about is yourself. I never gave you any indication that I was unhappy and unlike you if I was unhappy I would've came to you and talked to you about it. You just didn't have enough faith or trust in me to let me help. You only thought about what you wanted." You selfish bas…

"What do you want, Mac?" No, he isn't starting this; I don't feel like opening that can of worms again.

"I'm out of here. I can't deal with this right now." I say as I stand to leave, but he grabs my hand in his before I can turn to go.

"What do you want, Mac?" His voice pleads to me.

"I want you to leave me alone so I can get on with my life without you."

"No. What do you want the most?" His question takes me back to a moment in time when I asked him the same question. I think about that moment while I stare at our hands.

A few moments later I look up at him. I can feel the tears threatening to fall as we stare into each other's eyes. He looks away when a tear makes it's way down my cheek.

"What I want most is the way my life was when you were in love with me." A couple more tears make their way down my cheek before I get up and walk away from him.

There is no sound from behind me as I leave him the same way he left me.