Margaret repeated herself, "Harry, which one of us are-"

He cut Margaret off, "You don't have to say it again. First, let me say that Margaret, what you did was unfair to everyone, even you, same with what I did. We were both wrong. But you obviously I'm not going to be with someone who won't let me be with my best friend. So if I have to say I'm in love with anyone… its Christine. Our relationship, even as friends, has been better than the relationship I thought I had with you. Unfortunately, all I gained from that was deceitfulness, yes it had good parts but I can't take the sneakiness anymore. It's over. I'm sorry. I'm especially sorry to you Christine. Please forgive me…"

Christine was fighting off tears of joy while Margaret was fighting back tears of anger and hurt. She was as successful as Christine. Margaret yelled, "I want your junk out of my apartment tonight!" then she stormed out of the room without turning back. Harry looked at Christine, hoping she'd be the first to say something. Christine didn't know what to think. It seemed like a million this had all happed within a few minutes. She was thrilled that Margaret was gone, and thrilled that Harry had said that he was in love with her. Did he just say that to get rid of Margaret? Or was he saying that because he had to choose? Or did he mean it? She was also still mad at him for all the hurt he had caused. She was still recovering from Tony; she didn't need another man hurting her. Finally she couldn't hold back her tears any longer as all the emotions came. She quickly left the room.

Should I follow her? Harry thought. I don't want to make things worse. I also don't want her to think that I don't care either… I have to go after her. He ran out into the hallway and tried to figure which way she had gone. Maybe she went back to court. He highly doubted that she did but he poked his head in the courtroom just to make sure. She wasn't there. He went back into the hallways and started roaming around the eighteenth floor trying to find her. With no luck he headed into the parking lot. Maybe she left? I sure hope not! Once he reached the parking lot sure enough there was Christine about to get into her car. He called out for her, "Christine! Wait!"

She didn't want to notice him but she did. As Harry ran to her car she stood there still waiting. She had no idea what to say to him.

"Christine, are you okay?"

Slowly she turned to him, "I guess," she said meekly.

"I'm so sorry for all that has happened. I never meant to put you through all of this."

"I know it wasn't your intent but it still hurt, a lot."

"I know it did. I think I'll regret for the rest of my life."

Christine couldn't help but giggle, "Has anyone ever told you that you're pretty dramatic?"

Harry laughed, "No, but I guess I am."

Christine's face turned serious, "Now, tell me the truth, what did you mean in there?"

"Huh?"

"You said that if you had to choose one of us, you were in love with me. I just want to be clear… Where you just saying it because you had to choose, or-"

"Or… did I actually mean it?" he interrupted.

Christine nervously nodded.

"I think I did. No, I do mean it. I love you Christine, more than a friend. I felt a loss when you weren't here. I know this has been said over and over again but I truly realized how much you meant, no, mean, to me. The truth is, I was trying to break up with Margaret, but I was afraid. I was afraid of how she would react and I was afraid that you wouldn't feel the same way I did. Actually, I still don't know how you feel."

Christine took a deep breath. "I… I don't know what to say…"

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" He hoped it was a good thing.

"I don't know…"

"I don't mean to make things difficult, and you don't need to say anything, I just wanted you to know how I felt."

Christine looked down attempting to hide the tears that began to fall from her eyes. She couldn't fool Harry though. Harry knew she needed some time so kissed her cheek, smiled, and headed back to the court. Christine watched him slowly walk back, unable to get herself to move.