A/N: WHAT?! An update in less than a month? What's going on?! (Note: I checked the weather channel…and NO, hell has not frozen over yet…you can all rest easy). But ya, here's chapter three…hope you like it. And ah, I hope u liked my story/conversation fic…as weird as it was. And before I leave, I would like to thank a few people…Aline Alquiar, Peggie, Lisa, Angel Gurl, Saryn, wyldheart, Duckfeat, jd burns, J. Rockwell, pysched 13, niff74, Mariel, Kady Rilla Wholi…cuz without u guys…this woulda stayed a one chapter vignette. (So you can blame them if you want to…) Nah, you know I luv you guys.
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"Oh."
"Yeah."
She looked down at the ground.
"I'm—I'm sorry?"
She shook her head.
"Don't be—it's done—it's over—I've moved on—I've learned—I'm ok."
He frowned.
"Are you?"
She looked at him.
"Are you ok?"
She thought about that for a moment.
"Yea—I'm fine."
He eyed her carefully.
"I'm fine."
She looked down at the ground again.
Her fingers tapped the hood of the car.
She laughed bitterly.
"I've definitely learned—never date an EMT—that's for sure."
She shook her head.
He remained quiet at her comment.
They didn't say anything for a few moments.
He watched her in silence.
She never looked up.
"What are you thinking?"
His voice was merely a whisper.
She looked at him strangely.
"It—it's nothing."
She shook her head.
He didn't say anything.
She looked down at her hands.
He watched her curiously.
"Sara?"
She stared straight ahead.
"You know—know one has ever really asked me that."
She looked at him.
"No one's ever asked me what—what I was thinking."
She bit the inside of her cheek.
Her gaze remained level with his.
He didn't blink this time.
She gave a tiny smile, as her gaze shifted.
"It—it's not about Hank—if that's what you're wondering."
He didn't say anything.
She blinked.
"Actually—I just remembered somebody I'd met before."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
She looked at him.
"Yea."
She tapped her fingers against the hood of the car.
"Back in college—I—I met this guy—."
She stopped tapping.
A smile spread across her face as she stared straight ahead.
"And—he wasn't really like anyone I'd met before."
She shifted slightly.
"Sure he was smart-funny and cute—you know, the usual—but there was—just something about him."
He watched her curiously.
"—About how he was smart—genius level even—but he never made you feel small or worthless—like every other mindless Harvard undergrad did."
She rubbed her fingers together.
"—There was also about the way he listened—actually listened—to me."
She paused.
"He—actually listened to me—and my own constant ramblings about—about the extraordinary amount homework—or how unfair my professors were being at the time."
She smiled to herself.
"I mean—here was this guy—this man—who could of spent his free time with someone more important—someone who was more "his type"—someone more prestigious—but instead—he chose to sit with me."
She looked down at her hands.
"And just listened."
He exhaled slowly.
"And you liked that?"
She nodded slightly.
"It was just nice ya know? To have someone actually care enough—to sit there and listen to me ramble."
She gave a tiny laugh.
"I mean—who knows—I probably bored him to death."
He stared at her.
"I doubt that."
His voice was low.
She looked at him.
He was still watching her.
She blinked a few times.
His gaze never wavered.
"You think so?"
He shrugged slightly.
"He listened, didn't he?"
She gave a tiny smile.
"Yea—I guess so."
They didn't say anything for a few moments.
He looked up at the sky again.
"So what happened?"
She looked at him.
"Oh, with him—nothing."
He raised another eyebrow.
"Nothing?"
She shook her head.
"He ah—left before—I ah—was able to say anything."
She looked down at the ground.
"Before—I had enough courage—to say anything actually."
Her hands rested against the metal again.
He didn't say anything.
"My—my friends didn't help either."
"Oh?"
"They—they said he was too old for me—that I should look for someone my own age—."
He remained quiet.
"And that—that long distance relationships never work."
He watched her curiously.
She shrugged.
"Kind of discouraging one might say."
He frowned slightly.
"One might."
She didn't look at him.
"Do you regret it?"
"Regret it? Regret not making a move?"
He nodded.
She stared impassively at him, shrugging again.
"Wouldn't you?"
He thought about that for a moment.
"I do not regret the things I've done—but rather—those I did not do."
She looked at him.
A tiny smile escaped her lips.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
He didn't say anything—but a smile formed at the corner of his mouth.
She looked down at the ground.
"Yea—I do. I do regret it."
They sat in silence for a few moments.
Each immersed in their own thoughts.
The air felt cold.
He shivered slightly.
Her watch started to beep.
At first she just sat there, ignoring the alarm.
"Time to go?"
He was looking at her curiously.
"Yea."
She turned the sound off, then looked up the sky.
"Figures—the sky finally cleared up."
He looked up.
"That's always how it works isn't it?"
He smiled, his gaze shifting to her.
"Murphy's Law you know."
She smiled at his comment, before breaking her gaze.
It was time to go.
She stood up slowly, putting her hands back in her pockets.
He took a small step back.
"Ready to go?"
She nodded.
They slowly made their way towards the building.
The loose gravel crunched beneath their shoes.
"So whatever happened?"
"To what? The guy?"
He just looked at her.
She gave a small smile as she shrugged.
"I dunno—."
They approached the entrance.
He held the door open for her.
She walked inside the building.
The door closed behind him.
She looked back.
"I ah—was kinda hoping you could tell me."
~FIN~
So….it's done. Yup, that it is.
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