AN: Mmmmm. Angsty. No, I still don't own them. And don't forget to watch the season premier tonight! Yay!
Twenty minutes later Greg and Sara were sitting in the Tahoe, looking at the apartment building. Sara had called in some favors and some day shifters came into to process for her. Sara sipped her coffee, Mattie, on of the day shifters, had brought some over after Sara had explained what happened.
"Do you want to tell me who she was?" Sara asked, looking sideways at Greg through the steam. Greg stared into his cup, his damp eyelashes sticking together.
"Her name is…was. Her name was Angela. We met my sophomore year at Berkley. She was a freshman Journalism major. She was taking Into to Chemistry, and needed some help. I was the only available tutor at the time. We got along really great; she would help me with essays. I waited outside for her after her chem. final with a flower. We went on our first date that night." Greg paused, sipping his coffee, blinking back tears at the memories.
"We dated all the way to my graduation. I was really in love with her, she was my first love. It was just so. Perfect. We had a lot in common, but we had enough differences to keep things interesting. I'd already gotten this job by graduation, and she still had a year to finish. We went out to dinner the night of graduation together. We had talked about marriage, I knew she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but. I wasn't ready to make that commitment yet, especially with me moving to Vegas, her staying at Berkley. I didn't know if I could deal with her being so far away, knowing that there were all these other guys waiting to help dry her tears." Greg paused, smirking. "So that night at dinner, I told her we should take a break, let her finish school, then maybe see about her moving out here after, to be together. Looking back, I think she thought I was going to propose that night." Greg stopped, looking out the window at the now brightly lit apartment where Angela's body lay.
"What happened after that?" Sara asked, becoming engrossed in Greg's story.
"She started crying, saying how she would give up everything to come with me, how she wanted to quit school, and then pick it back up once we got settled in Vegas. But I couldn't let her. I told her that I loved her more than anything, that I always would, but that I need this time to readjust, get used to life after college, the real world." Greg paused, taking another sip of coffee. "I kept in touch with her, calling, writing. Then I heard through the grapevine that she was sleeping with someone else. I was devastated. I really thought that as long as we could make it through that year, everything would work out. I started screening my calls, not returning her messages, letters. I cut her out of my life. Eventually, I stopped hearing from her. Then last week, she called me at my apartment. Told me she had come to Vegas, wanted to see me. I told her I was busy, I didn't have time. I just didn't want to see her again; I didn't want to risk getting hurt again." Greg slammed his open hand into the dashboard in front of him. "Dammit, why couldn't I have just said yes, agreed to meet her for coffee or something? Then maybe. Maybe this wouldn't have happened." Greg grew silent again, tears falling from his eyes. "This is all my fault, Sara. I killed her."