A/N: Hmm… what next, what next? I'll try Cath's POV for a little bit, see how things turn out. Sorry it's so sort, but this one kinda needed to be. I think you guys will like this one, in spite of its shortness anyways.

Argella: Thank you. I try to balance it out. Sorry about the shortness.

Firestorm31: Soon, yes, very soon, as in like this chapter…

Neutrina: Thank you! I think you should like this chapter if you liked that one. ;)

This chapter is dedicated to the same person "No More Words" is.

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Is this what love feels like? Thought Catherine. When every single thought traces back to that one person? When you smile, you can see their smile in your mind's eye? Or in the morning, theirs is the only face you want to see? Is it when you want to be able to kiss them goodnight and in the day every time you see them? Or is that just an obsession.

Are they the same?

Catherine sat on her bed, daydreaming. I wish Sara were here. I need her. Catherine wanted to see her so badly, it almost physically hurt. There was a knock on the door.

"I'm coming!" She shouted at the door, but made no move to get up. Another knock.

"Hang on!" This time, she got up and went to the door. Through the peephole, she saw Sara! Catherine's heart jumped. Sara was the person she least expected, especially after the incident in the diner. She opened the door.

"Sara, I didn't expect to see you!" Catherine smiled at Sara.

"That's why I came." Sara said, the perfect reply for the situation. She suddenly turned serious. "Catherine, I hate hiding stuff from you. I need to tell you something."

"And that would be…?"

"Well, you know how I went to the bar that night. When I met Rich?"

"Yea." Boy, did she remember. The night her dreams were crushed.

"Well, I went there in hopes of finding someone. I did, but it wasn't the right person." Catherine's heart beat faster. Was she telling her what she thought she was?

"I found that out when it was too late, though. Catherine, I already found the person I wanted too. I found her at work. She only wanted to be friends, but I want more. I think I blew it with her that night, but I want her to know how I feel. I wanted you to know." Sara looked at her shoes as she said this, but now she looked up into Catherine's eyes. Catherine's blue eyes met Sara's brown ones, full of hurt and hope. Catherine knew there were no words for any of this, so she did the only thing she could think of. She leaned in and kissed Sara. Sara was a bit surprised, but she kissed back. When they pulled apart, Catherine looked into Sara's eyes, and saw that bliss had replaced the hurt.