I made it to chapter 21! if you didnt know, 21 is my lucky number, so hopefully this chapter is not a let-down. (:

Recap:
Brock locked the truck and strolled toward a line of park benches, but sighed discreetly in disappointment when he saw that all the benches had been filled by lounging mothers or playing children.

He was about to take a seat under a large oak tree when a something caught his attention from the corner of the park. He turned his head, feeling his heart stop for a split second. He stared at the patio, feeling his mouth get drier by the second. There, sitting on the patio with her coffee mug, was Reba.

Without his permission, his feet quickly took him from under the shade tree, and over to the patio. Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself standing in front of her. Unable to think of anything, the only thing he could do was say "Hi." quietly.

Out of the corner of her eye, Reba could see someone approaching the large patio. She sighed, wishing that she could have just been left alone today. Hopefully the man would get bored and leave before too long. She drew in another breath, resting her elbow on the chair and her head in her hand.

Today had been excellent so far, granted it was only 10 o'clock, but it was the break Reba needed from her misery. She needed to move on from Brock. This probably wasn't the best place to do so, but it was a slow start to regaining her life and repairing her heart.

She closed her eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the week take its toll on her body. When she opened her eyes, she was sure her heart had stopped beating. There, standing in front of her was the man she said she never wanted to see again. Brock stood with his hands resting in his pockets. "Hi." he said quietly.

Reba immediately looked down at her hands, unable to make eye contact with him. "I thought i said i never wanted to speak to you." she could feel her voice trembling, and knew she had to keep her gaze to the ground, for his deep blue eyes would surely make her break down.

She wanted to be angry. She wanted to take her frustration out on him and punch him in the gut as hard as she possibly could. But the angel on her shoulder told her that deep down, she still loved him, and she would always love him.

Brock was ashamed of all that he had put her through, but that didn't make seeing her any less awkward. "I have been going to therapy." his voice, too, was trembling. His gaze however, was locked on the redhead in front of him. She looked frail, distressed, and defeated, and there was no doubt in Brock's mind that he had caused her current state.

Reba attempted to lift her eyes, staring at Brock's knees. "That's good." she replied quietly. Brock was going to therapy, just like she had asked him to do. Was this his attempt to smooth things over? Or was he going by his own choice? Either way, she hoped this wasn't an attempt to 'win her back.' she needed to move on from Brock, and all the pain he had caused.

"I have learned a lot about myself." Brock confessed, wishing Reba would lift her eyes to his own. She only nodded, scooting herself closer to the end of the chair. There was a long silence between the two before Brock spoke up again. "Reba, I'm sorry for everything i have put you through. I know sorry is inadequate in this situation, and i will probably never win your trust back, but if i could just see you smile one more time, i will give you your space and leave you alone."

Reba felt a single tear escape from her eye. He just wanted to see her smile, then he would leave her alone. Reba's head told her that she could give him that, one last smile. However her heart screamed that she wanted him to hold her in his arms again. She didn't want him to leave and give her space. She wanted him by her side forever. How was she supposed to tell him that she had already forgiven him? How was she supposed to tell him that no matter how badly he hurt her, she would always forgive him, because love always prevails?

She closed her eyes, hoping to prevent any more tears from falling. "I know communication was never my strong point, so i found a song that seems to sum up what i want to say right now." Brock pulled out his iPod, handing it to Reba, telling her to press play. Reba felt herself fight even harder to keep her tears from falling when she heard the chorus of the song.

Love don't run, love don't hide
It won't turn away or back down from a fight
Baby I'm right here and I aint going anywhere
Love's too tough it wont give up no not on us
Baby Love don't run

Reba tore the headphones out of her ears abruptly, pushing them back to Brock. "I'm sorry, i have to go." she quickly left Brock standing on the patio as she made her way to the wooded walking path behind the park. She needed to get away from there before she revealed to Brock how she truly felt.

He watched as tears shined in Reba's eyes, listening to the song he had played for her. Had he finally gotten through to her? Just when he thought she would speak to him again, she stood up, practically throwing the iPod back to him. She walked quickly to the walking path, not looking back at him.

Without giving it a second thought, Brock quickly put the music player back in his pocket and followed Reba into the woods. He wouldn't let her get away, not this time. "Reba!" he called, hoping she would stop.

Reba ran away from the patio as fast as she could, not stopping until she felt a pain in her heart. She looked around, finding herself in an open clearing in the woods. There were stone benches set up with various walking paths leading through the dense trees. She picked a bench, looking behind her to make sure Brock had not followed her. When she saw no sign of him she doubled over, letting the tears fall freely.

She felt her body shaking with forced sobs coming from her throat. Why did she have to see Brock today? She was supposed to live her life with out him. She felt her stomach shaking more heavily with each tear that fell. Suddenly she felt two strong arms wrap around her and bring her closer. By the immediate comfort she felt and the familiar scent, she didn't even need to look up to see who had come to her rescue.

Reba sobbed harder than she knew possible into Brock's chest, tightening her arms around his waist. She was finally back where she belonged, in his arms. She wanted so desperately to stay there so the hurt and destruction in their life could be forgotten, and they could once again grow old together. Was that even an option anymore? She prayed to God that it would be.

She felt Brock's arms tighten comfortably around her with each painful sob that he heard. He soothingly rubbed circles on her back while whispering into her hair. "Everything will be okay." The truth was, he had no idea if everything was going to be okay, but he knew Reba needed to be comforted at this moment, and he knew her better than anyone. She needed to hear something positive in her current state of sorrow.

Song: Love Don't Run- Steve Holy
I actually didnt proof read this chapter after i spell checked it, so please dont hesitate to tell me if i need to edit it. (: