A/N: Alright, you begged for it, you pleaded for it, here it is!! I hope I haven't pissed off any of you guys for leaving the last chappie as I did but believe me, it is well worth it!

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Chapter 4: Talking

No matter how you try to forget the rough times with him,

You can't.

For all I know, it could have been hours before either one of us started talking. I knew that his eyes were burning into the top of my head as mine were burning into the floor. What was I supposed to say? That I loved him? I'm sure he already knew that. I hated Ray for his refusal to leave and his determination to know what was the real truth. Why couldn't he just leave me to my misery?

I don't know how long it was that we were standing there that I finally looked up and met his eyes for the first time since he walked in the room. He still continued not talking but his eyes said everything. I could tell that he knew that I was going to deny everything that I had just poured out to Abby. What more could he expect? I'm not that kind of girl. But I swear, the look he gave me sliced me in half. I knew I couldn't lie to him.

Could I really tell him the truth after all the long, sleepless nights I had because of him? Could I really tell him the truth when I can't even remember the last night my pillow was not drenched in tears?

But like all things that come to those who are desperate, something in me began to scream at me. "Maybe, the reason why you still are not able to get over Ray is because you are not supposed to in the first place. Perhaps it is because by you moving on, you would not be able to do what the future holds in store for you two." It was at that moment that I knew it was true. I might have to wait for him, but we were supposed to be together in the end.

How could it not be true? Did I not see it every time I looked at Ray? There have been many times I must admit that I have seen myself kissing him. It wasn't really what people would call a 'fantasy'. No, it was more of a 'mind getting ahead of the body' kind of thing.

"Neela, please talk to me. Don't walk away from me again."

Too late. I had already turned and ready to leave him standing alone in the lobby. I couldn't talk to him about this. Not yet anyways. I began to walk away from him and went for the door.

"Neela… please?" his voice was barely above a whisper; pleading one last cry.

I dropped my hand from the door knob and turned back to face him. Tears began to run freely down his face. He wasn't going to hide them anymore. And that was it; that was the breaking point for me. No more running from the truth anymore. I was going to be honest about this. The tears began to flow freely from my eyes as well and I saw now point in stopping them.

"Ray… what- what do you want me to say? What haven't you known already and heard me tell Abby? What difference could it make if I tell you what's the truth?

"It would let me know I'm not alone in how I feel."

"Ray, I can't… I can't do this right now…"

"Neela, stop this; stop it right now. Please don't do this to me. To you." I could have died with the look he gave me. It tore me apart to see him in so much pain.

I took a step towards him; not wanting him to hurt anymore. So what if I've cried every night since I moved out of our apartment? How many times had I wished that our petty little fights had not happened and how many times had I wished the he would stop having all those one night stands? To put it short; too many to count. Here was my chance to make everything all better and I was willing to throw it all away.

"Ray… I… I love you, Ray."

And then, right at that moment, I saw everything that had happened between us. I remembered the night I moved out. I saw the roof top when I had just found out that Michael had just died and I told Ray to stay away from me. It's wonderful that he didn't do as I say.

I looked at him and tried to look for something that would say what was going on in his mind at the moment, but there was nothing. His face was no longer pleading for an answer and it did not have the pain it did before I had finally come clean, but his face still did not show the emotion that would lead me on to what to expect to come out of his mouth.

Then it happened. He closed up the small amount of space between us, leaned down, and…

The door of the lobby opened.

"Neela, I was wondering-… You! What the hell do you think you're doing?!?"

A/N: Yes, I know; another cliffie!! Sorry, I just couldn't resist the temptation!! Review!!!