Title: But I did.

Authors note: I really wasn't planning to write a second chapter to this story. But I just figured, 'why the hell not?' so here goes. This is from Summer/Katie's point of view. it switches from past to present tense i think, sorry!

I was going to have the best outfit at the funeral. I knew it was selfish to be thinking only of myself as we went to say goodbye to one of the best people we all had ever known. He was almost flawless, but it wasn't him I wanted.

I never had to fall in love with you, but I did.

Why was I with Zack in the first place? Because he was safe

I knew he didn't have sex appeal, or sarcastic wit, or charm, but you did.

It honestly scared me to be with you. I understood that what we had was nothing less than sexual tension but I had to put it away. I was afraid that it would smolder or engulf us. And we would never be able to go back. That whole night was like a blur, anyway. Getting drunk, not getting ice, having sex. Making what should have been a big mistake, but I have never looked at it that way, I was connecting with you, the one that I truly loved.

I shouldn't have survived the accident, but I did. I never wanted Zack to die. I just wanted him to get out of the picture. I should have never accepted his proposal. I shouldn't have led him on. I shouldn't have promised him I would love him forever

But I did.

At the funeral I sit down next to you and you stiffen, as if my presence is like cold ice on the back of your neck. I understand why, you blame me. I know it's my fault. But now that Zack is gone we should be able to move on, shouldn't we? It's only us that matters.

Only us.

Four weeks…

I was sitting in my room thinking about all of the terrible things that had happened over the past few weeks. It was just too much. I came to your apartment and consoled me. I know you think I'm pretty when I cry. I can see it in your face. The thing is, I wasn't sad about Zack's funeral, I was sad knowing that me and you would never be together, I had to make it work, I had to.

Four months…

I had to visit you again, and so I never stopped. My visits were never ending torture for you I'm sure, but I had to make you see. Make you see that we were meant to be together and that all of the cheating and lies weren't in vain. You still hold me while I cry the tears of us not being together. You probably think it's because of Zack.

Four years…

Finally, our first date. It seemed to me that at first our love was going to die out but I was wrong, and gladly so. You took me to my favorite restaurant. Zack took me there, too. But with you it was so different. Zack was so boring. He never proposed the challenge that you did.

And when I kiss you at first it's lovely and passionate, but then you back away. The look you give me tears my heart into a million pieces.

Why?

Why did you run out of the restaurant without another word?

Why did you throw away everything that I had spent years building for us?

Why did you let Zack get into your conscious?

And why, why did you pull that trigger?