Brenda was 26 years old when her daugther was borned. She had lived in London more than seven years. Three years after she got there, Dylan had come knocking to her door. She had been so sure they'd never get another chance.. but she had been wrong.
It took a lot from Dylan to convince her to to take him back. She was more than willing to be his friend, but she didn't want to be his lover. She was finally happy, the only time she had been happy without Dylan before was when she was with Stewart. But now that she thought about it, she had no doubt: she had not marry Stewart because, as much as she loved him, she would never be entirely his. She could never give herself entirely to another man, because a part of her will always belong to Dylan.
Later, when she and Dylan talked about it in London, he explained to her what he felt about Kelly... and Tony.
It was painful to Brenda hearing Dylan say how he had fallen in love with them, but at the same time, it turned out it was something she had been needing to hear all those years. Hearing from Dylan that, as much as Kelly had meant to him, their love could never be real, because Brenda had been the love of his life. With Brenda, he had sheared himself completely, and he would never be able of doing that againg with anyone but her.
One part of Dylan was always wanting her. Always yearning for Brenda. He could ignore that yearn even if it hurt, but he could never make it stop.
A week or so before he and Tony got married, Dylan apeared in the theatre where Brenda's play was showing. He went to her dressing room when the play was over to say hi. It was the first time they saw eachother in two years. Brenda couldn't believe her eyes...
"Hey Bren.." Dylan said. It was hard for him to speak, he had a lot in mind. As hard as he tried, he could not help to smile, the two past years had made Brenda even more beautiful, if posible.
Her hair, short to her shoulders the las time, went now all the way down to her breast. She was wearing a red halter dress, with no make up and no shoes, and there was something hanging in her neck: a silver medalion.
"I cannot believe you are here" Brenda said. She wanted to scream, she wanted to throw her arms around his neck and hold him forever... but Brandon's phon call kept coming to her mind.
He was getting marry. He had found somebody else. He was happy. What was he doing there? Had he felt bad about asking Brandon to deliver the news and had come to tell her himself?
"Are you happy to see me?" Dylan wanted to know.
"I don't think 'happy' is a word big enough to describe all the feelings I have" They had not taken their eyes off of eachoter.
Dylan: good feelings?
Brenda: you know my feelings for you are always good.
Dylan took a few steps towadrs her, untill she was at the reach of his hand. Brenda's heart was beating faster and faster when he gave her the flowers he carried. He just handed them to her, without saying a word, without losing her gaze.
"Aren't you gonna say hi to me?" he asked. His voice was low, almost a whisper.
"I already did" Answered Brenda, catching her breath.
"No, you didn't. I did" Said Dylan in the same voice.
Brenda swallowed. She blinked twice, still gazing into Dylan's eyes. She knew what she wanted to do... will she have the courage? She took one little step, all the space between her and Dylan had disapeared.
Against all her senses she started to bealive Dylan was there to tell her everything was a mistake. He was not getting marry, he wanted her, he wanted to marry HER.
She felt happy. Actually happy. Dylan seemed happy too. Now she was sure he loved her.
She put her arms around him and huged him. She felt her blood heating with exitment. She listened his heart beating stronger and felt his arms around her too.
"Hi, Dylan" She whispered.
She felt an incredible joy just by saying his name. After two years, he was there to listen her calling his name. It was wonderful.
After that she just held his hand and took him to the couch. They sat there, one in front of another.
Dylan: did Brandon tell you?
Brenda: what dou you mean?
Dylan: my engagement.
Brenda: ...So... you ARE getting marry.
Dylan: ...yes... in short.
Brenda: I see... so why are you here? did you come to bring the invitation?
Dylan: I wanna know how you feel about it.
Brenda: well... I feel just fine, I mean... what did you expect?... do you really want to marry this girl?
Dylan: ...yes...
It would be impossible for me to even try to discribe what was going on in Brenda's world in that very moment. It had taken her five minutes to win and lose the love of her life once again. Everything was falling apart. What to do? Was she to be strong? ...Was she to be mad? ...Or was she to cry?
Dylan: ...unless you have something to say.
Brenda: I don't understand...
Dylan: do you have anything to say?
Brenda: ...are you happy with her?
Dylan: yes.
Brenda: the only thing I couldn't stand would be you to be unhappy. If this is what it takes you to be happy I will not get in your way.
Dylan: is that your way of telling me you are happy without me?
Brenda: I've been here almost two years. I'm fine. I don't think about you anymore...
Brenda looked down while saying this, so Dylan wouldn't notice her wet eyes.
Dylan: that's not true.
Brenda: why are you so sure?
Dylan: because you are wearing my medal, Bren.
Brenda looked at him for a few seconds. What was he trying to proove? She didn't think she'd be able to hold her tears any longer...
Brenda: I think you should go.
Dylan: is that what you really want?
Brenda: ...yes. It was nice of you to come, but if you are expecting me to cry and beg you to change your mind... it won't happen. This is probably the best thing for you to do, Dylan.
Dylan: ...you don't care. All this time... and you don't even care...
Brenda: ...Thank you for coming.
She stood up and walked away from him. Dylan did the same.
Brenda: goodbye Dylan.
Dylan: ...See you, Bren.
And with those words, he walked out of her life, forever.