My fingers shook as I picked up the phone to dial Josie's number. I had to breathe deeply a million times, telling myself that the risk was worth it. And so, I did what Guy told me to do...I called Josie. I went crashing back in to her life, something I promised myself and promised Laura I would never do. But, sometimes, promises had to be broken.

"Hey Josie. I, uh...I know you probably didn't really expect to, like, uh...hear from me ever again. But I had to call you. Look, what I did to you was awful. It was, worse than awful. And I know you probably never want to speak to me again, but I had to let you know how I feel. The thing is, your machine's probably gonna cut me off here in a few minutes, so if you wanna talk, I'm gonna take a flight in to Paris and I'll be in front of the Eiffel Tower tonight at eight. I, uh, I don't expect you to come but-"

The machine cut off his voice, and the resound click sent chills down his spine, He could only hope that the end of that message wasn't the end of him and Josie. And so, doing the same thing to Josie that she did to him- giving her an ultimatum- he picked up his still unpacked bag and went to the airport, grabbing the first express flight to Paris and saying his own silent prayers that his message had hit her in the small part of her heart that might still love him.