"Tommy was my producer when I first came into the business. I thought it was moronic to place me with an ex-boybander, and he thought I was so rebellious little girl who would give him a world of trouble. But we became friends, and we always had this tension between us. I knew he felt more than he should for me, and vise versa. But we didn't say anything. We couldn't, because I was only sixteen, and it would have destroyed his job. So we went on like that, and finally, when I was seventeen, we got together. He asked me out on a date, and it went so smoothly, ending in me going into my house with the sweetest goodnight kiss I had ever had." I smiled softly at Ms. Nancy, and she nodded, prodding me to go on.

"I loved him so much it hurt. I wanted to spend every moment I had with him, in his arms. So I did. We were together in the studio, and after the studio, and pretty much every night I stayed at his house. Then the night after my eighteenth birthday, he just left. I didn't know where he was going, but he didn't even explain. He just went away."

"I haven't seen him since. And everyday I just want him to come back. And he does come back sometimes, he walks up to the door of this place, but he walks away after standing there for a couple minutes, as if he isn't sure if he wants to see me or not." I choked on my words and literally felt my heart breaking all over again with the memories of you.

Ms. Nancy soothed me, and I sat there, shaking in her arms.

The next day I got up and looked at the window, I had a feeling you were coming early that day, a premonition, if you will. I was right. The mind stuff was kind of getting weird. I shrugged it off and watched in silence as you got out of your car. It pained me to watch you as you came up to the door and stood there.

I furiously ripped my bedroom door open and ran down the hall, pushing through the guards on my way. They groped after me, trying to stop me, but Ms. Nancy came out and stopped them. She must have known what I was doing.

The heavy door seemed even heavier as I pushed it back and ran outside as you got into the car.

"Tommy!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as tears escaped my eyes and you turned to look at me in stunned silence.

"Don't! Don't get in the car." I said to you, surprised that I could even form words.

You didn't speak, just stood there watching as I cried and looked back at you.

"Hi." You croaked. I hadn't talked to you in over a month, and Jesus, did it feel good to hear your voice, no matter how hoarse it was.

And then you did what I had least expected you to do. I had expected you to say it was too much and just drive away, but instead you closed the car door, stalked up to me, and enveloped me in your arms.

I shuddered like I always had at your touch, and you nuzzled your face into my hair as my arms slowly wrapped around your neck.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, and, another surprise here, it was enough to make me forgive you.