AN: Tob200: Sorry haha :D

Guest: Don't worry, just have a little faith :))

Holding On

I am still here waiting though I still have my doubts

I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

You got inside my head

I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead

And I still see your reflection inside of my eyes

That are looking for purpose, they're still looking for life

I'm falling apart, barely breathing

with a broken heart that's still beating

"Do you think he'll still be there?" Kelly asked Donna as they drove over there.

"Yeah, we're only 10 minutes late." Donna assured before turning to face her after a beat. "What made you decide to go up there?"

"He never pressured me. This time. He didn't pressure me to say yes." Kelly revealed as she looked down at the floor of the car. "Do you think he'll stay for the wedding?"

"I don't know." Donna said honestly.

"I'm sorry." Thomas said as he made his way to Pamela. "When you came over, stuff was going down."

Pamela remained silent.

"My parents... they're separating." He exhaled

"Oh." Pamela turned to face him. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It was time I guess." Thomas shrugged. "No regrets though, huh?"

Pamela shot him a soft smile. "No regrets."

Kelly ran up the stairs and headed straight for the roof. She swung the door open as she yelled out:

"Dylan!"

She looked around but there was no one to be seen. Her heart sank to her stomach as she noticed the roses in the pool. She walked over and bent down in her dress, trying to reach for them. All she could grab was a petal and accidentally picked it off.

"I'm gonna go." Dylan whispered in Brenda's ear once he crept up behind her.

"What? Why?" She turned around to face him.

"I did the most romantic thing I could think of. And it wasn't enough. It was never going to be enough." Dylan sighed. "Serves me right. This stuff doesn't work. Even your perfect brother couldn't make it work... You and Rick, you're lucky."

"No." Brenda shook her head

"No what?" Dylan was confused

"No, you're not doing this." She demanded "You're staying. You're not gonna wallow in your misery. You're gonna sit with your son, and you're gonna stay and watch it work for Steve and Janet."

Kelly headed inside the ballroom. She looked around for Dylan but couldn't spot him. She began to fear what would happen now. Has she lost him for good?

She couldn't think straight and she knew she had to get it together to be there for Steve. So she decided to take a moment to gather herself.

As Kelly headed into the bathroom, she found Brenda inside.

Brenda let out an irritated sigh at the sight of Kelly.

Kelly let out a slow breath, "I don't want to ask you this but... have you seen Dylan?"

"Fighting already?" Brenda joked sarcastically before heading into one of the stalls.

When they both came out, Kelly glanced at Brenda, who was washing her hands, pretending Kelly wasn't there.

"Brenda!" Kelly said sharply. "Look, I am sorry about everything. I'm sorry about your family and my part in it all. But I can't apologize for being in love with him."

Brenda turned to face her. "Is that what you think? You think I'm angry that you love him?" Brenda scoffed. "No. I'm angry that you had another opportunity to be honest with me and you didn't take it. I'm angry that you snuck around behind my back with him AGAIN when he was with me!"

"I'm so sorry about that. I never wanted to hurt you." Kelly sighed sincerely in a soulful tone.

"Well, you better figure your shit out, Kelly. Because how you affect Dylan, affects my son." Brenda warned before she pushed the door open

"What happened to us?" Kelly shrugged hopelessly

"Excuse me?" Brenda turned back to face her, letting the door swing closed.

"You sympathize with Dylan... his trauma, his childhood. You understand him. You give him a pass. Ever since that summer, you stopped doing that for me."

"I don't owe you a single thing." Brenda's voice raised.

"He snuck around too. He betrayed you too." Kelly stated

"My relationship with Dylan is none of your business. And as for me and you, I don't need to give you a pass. Frankly, I don't even know you anymore."

"That's right. You don't." Kelly folded her arms, her tone was sterner now too. "So you don't get to judge me. You grew up with role model parents. You grew up in a home that made you feel safe. You have no idea what it's like to have no safe space. To have school feel safer than your own home because at home you live in fear. Fear that you might do or say the wrong thing that will make your intoxicated mother get mad at you or worse, hurt herself. So no, you don't get to judge me for holding on to the one person who makes me feel safe."

"Then what the fuck are you doing, Kelly? Huh?" Brenda glared at her, "...He was up there waiting for you. And you still can't make up your mind. God! He's not with me. He's not with you. And damn it, Kelly, if you're gonna let him walk off with someone else... someone new who doesn't know how to love him, who won't take care of him, then what was all this for?!"

Once Brenda left the bathroom, Kelly remained inside.

She stood there, and let out a deep breath, trying to gain her composure before making her way back out there.

As soon as she opened the door, she found Dylan heading out of the men's toilet.

"Dylan!" She called out.

He took one glance at her and shook his head, letting out an exasperated sigh in response.

"Dylan." She called with more urgency in her voice as she grabbed his arm before he could walk off.

"No." Dylan growled ever so quietly as he pulled his hand away. "I don't need to hear your bullshit excuse for rejecting me. I'm done now."

He was about to storm off so she quickly searched in her handbag until she pulled out the rose petal.

"I came." She blurted out

Dylan's eyes widened once he saw the petal.

"You came?" He asked, astonished

"Yeah." She breathed out.

"So... you chose-?"

"-Yeah."

I'm hanging on another day

Just to see what you'll throw my way

And I'm hanging on to the words you say

I may have lost my way now

Haven't forgot my way home

In the pain, there is healing

In your name, I find meaning

So I'm holding on

I'm still holding

I'm barely holding on to you

Lifehouse - Broken