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Dawson's Point of View:

"Are you ready?" I hear Shay ask me.

We're parked outside of Matt's house... My house. We've been sat here for a few minutes but neither of us make the move to go inside.

"Sweetie, you don't have to do this." Shay says. I look at her and I realise why I'm sat here. I want to be with Leslie.

"Yes I do." I smile weakly at her. I unbuckle my seat belt and take a deep breath.

"Good luck." She tells me. We both decided that it would be best if I were to go in alone. I owe it to Matt. But I didn't want her to be far away so we made a deal that she would stay in the car.

I lean over and kiss her quickly before jumping out of the car.

"I'll be right here, okay?" She reassures me. Then, with one last smile, I close the door and walk up to the house. I don't feel like I can waltz right in, so I ring the doorbell. When he answered, I felt my throat go dry. He looked so happy to see me.

"Gabby." He grins. His smile soon drops when he sees the look on my face. I can feel the tears forming in my eyes.

"I have to talk to you." I mutter.

"Okay..." He frowns, "Come in."

I follow him inside the house and close the front door, taking one last look at Shay. Then I go into the front room and sit on the sofa, where Matt has already seated himself. I look around the room and notice the mess. It's almost as bad as when Hallie died.

"I'm glad you came..." He says, pulling me out of my thoughts, "I'm sorry about the phone call."

"It's okay."

"I took the ring back to the shop today." He tells me, "Proposing was a stupid idea, Gabby. I'm sorry. Can we put it behind us?"

He takes my hand but I pull away as if it had burnt.

"What's wrong?" His eyebrows furrow and he stares at me.

"I have to tell to you something." I look down at my hands.

Neither of us speaks for what feels like a few minutes. I can tell he's getting impatient.

"Go on then..." He finally says. I think of Shay and how much we want to be able to hold each other's hands in public. I think about how I want to be able to kiss her at Molly's and everyone be happy for us.

"There's somebody else." I admit.

He doesn't say anything. I can't look at him but I can feel his eyes watching me.

"I'm sorry..." I mumble. Tears are rolling down my face. He stands up and paces the room.

"Who?" He demands.

"I...Uh..."

"Gabby, I deserve to know." He says angrily, "Is it someone I know? Someone at 51? Is it Mills?"

"No!" I exclaim, "It's not Mills."

"But it is someone at 51?" He asks me, "Tell me who it is!"

"It's Shay!" I blurt out, "I have feelings for Shay."

"Leslie Shay?" he looks confused. I nod at him.

"How is this possible?" He asks me with a frown, "I didn't know you liked girls? Was I just an experiment to you?"

"Don't be so two-dimensional, Matt." I glare, "Of course you weren't just an experiment. I loved you."

"This is because of Jones dying, Gabby." He sits back down next to me, "You're not thinking straight. Shay's been there for you more than I have but that doesn't mean that you're meant to be with her. It means that she's your best friend like she's always been!"

"No, it's not because of the death of my co-worker! I spit at him "You have to accept this, Matt."

"I DO NOT." He shouts at me and I am startled. I stand up and tower over him.

"You have to accept that this is over." I tell him bravely. "I'm sorry, but it is."

I wanted to get out of there. I wanted to go back to Shay and to go back to her place where we could just be ourselves.

"Have you slept with her?" He asks me suddenly.

"No." I tell him honestly, "But we have kissed."

"Was it before or after I proposed?"

"After."

"Did you have feelings for her before you broke up with me?" he questions.

"Yes." I grimace.

"How long?"

"I don't know..." I say.

"HOW LONG, GABBY?" He shouts.

"I think it's always been there." I mutter. "I was jealous of her and Clarice, when we were in the accident and I thought she was going to die, I felt my heart drop and I didn't think I'd ever see her again. I couldn't think straight until I saw that she was okay... and then when she went awol, I pretended that I didn't care but every day that she wasn't here, I felt more and more lost."

He looks at me in shock. I don't think he was expecting a speech as an answer, let alone the tears that were streaming down my face when I said it. Then, he walks out of the room and returns with a suitcase.

"I was hoping that you'd be unpacking it here... But here are all of your clothes, toiletries, anything I could find. I don't think I forgot anything but if I did, I'll give it to you at work." He tells me.

"Matt..." I begin.

"Don't, Gabby." He interrupts, "I need you to go now."

With that, he goes into the kitchen and closes the door behind him, leaving me alone. I look at my suit case and then drag it out of the house slowly.

Shay jumps out of the car and hurries over to help me with the case.

"How'd it go?" she asks.

"As we expected..." I tell her.

She puts my case in the trunk of the car whilst I climb in the passenger seat, then she joins me.

"I'm sorry, Gabby." She grimaces.

"It needed to be done." I smile.

I lean over and kiss her.

"Let's go home." She whispers against my lips. I nod in agreement before pulling her lips back to mine.

While living together probably isn't the best idea seeing as we're early into the relationship, I can't imagine sleeping anywhere else but next to her at the moment.

"Home," I smile onto her lips and then kiss her again, "Take me home."

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