A/N: I loved all of the reviews I got on the last chapter, they were amazing! Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed, you're the greatest! So today's the first part of the finale... it took her a long time but now Summer starts to really think about her feelings too... let's see how it turns out...

The One That Got Away

If I, I could be anyone

Could I, I be your only one

If I, I could be anything

Could I be the secret you keep

Breath that you breathe

Be your dreams while you sleep?

If you, if you could read my mind

Then you, you'd know I crossed that line

I, I'd make you my Valentine

I can't let you go but I know

That this ring is there to remind

So let's re-enact that scene

From what's-his-name's one-act play

I'll be your hero

And you will be the one who got away

(Bon Jovi, The One That Got Away)

When Seth woke up the next morning he felt happy.

Unfortunately, this happiness only lasted for that short amount of time you needed every morning to realize what day it was, or what was laying ahead of you.

And it didn't even take Seth more than five seconds until the awful conversation he had had with Summer the night before came back into his mind.

"I don't love you, Seth."

Seth closed his eyes and sighed, trying desperately to numb the pain in his heart he felt whenever he recalled their coversation. He had confessed her his love, he had practically fallen on his knees in front of her – and she had rejected him. And as if that hadn't been terrible enough, she had told him that she didn't love him.

Another heartache overcame Seth when he realized that there were only – he glanced at his alarm clock – two hours left until Summer would be married to Craig, and out of his reach forever.

And to top all of this she would be moving to Atlanta right after their finals. Seth winced when he remembered that those finals were only two weeks away now, and with that last bit of the-world-is-against-me-feeling coming to his mind he covered himself under the blankets and closed his eyes again in the hope to get some sleep.

Just fourty seconds later he opened his eyes again, angrily shoving the blanket away. He needed to get ready for the wedding. Shaking his head, Seth sat up, and every move he made was literally hurting.

It took him almost five more minutes until he actually stood up from the edge of the bed and went over to the bathroom. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he felt like crying all over again. It was not like he hadn't cried the night before, because he had – after he had drowned his sorrow in some beers and other alcoholic stuff he could find in one of the kitchen shelves he had taken out his photoalbums from High School.

And when he had opened them, looking at the pictures when he and Summer had still been a couple – a happy couple – he couldn't help but crying, crying over everything he had lost last night, and over that one person he loved so much and had yet been stupid enough to let her go.

He shook his head to his image in the mirror. If someone would ask him to sum his image up he would have probably said that he looked terrible. Nothing more to add.

Seth sighed and turned on the shower. This would be the worst day of his life.

At the same time, Summer, Jenny and Chris were already in the church were the wedding was supposed to be held. They were working on Summer's appearance for the most important day of her life, and everyone was excited. Everyone except Summer herself.

Everything Summer felt was numbness inside of her. On the outside, she tried to smile and be happy, but the conversation she had had with Seth the night before had stirred up more feelings than she was ready to admit. She hadn't been sleeping all night. Well, after her little crying attack in the club she had felt incredibly tired, and went home – only to find herself laying awake almost all night.

Jenny pulled Summer out of her daydreaming as she brushed some powder over her nose.

"We need to cover those freckles," she said. "They make you seem too young."

Summer only looked at Jenny and shrugged. If Jenny thought that her freckles made her too young then they did. Summer didn't care.

"Darlin', you're gonna love your hair! We'll have it all wavy and hanging down your shoulders, which will look like SO romantic with that gorgeous dress of yours!" Chris exclaimed while he combed through Summer's hair, curlers and a curling iron in his hands.

Summer nodded. "Whatever." She replied and stared into the distance. How come that everybody else was more excited than her?

Well, maybe because she was realizing slowly but surely that she was doing the wrong thing… she shook her head angrily and cleared her throat, which left Jenny and Chris staring at her with confused looks on their faces.

"Don't you like it?" Chris asked and stroked Summer's long brown hair. Summer smiled sadly and watched her hair in the mirror that was in front of her. "No, the hair's perfect." She whispered, and she didn't lie. Chris was a real master at giving a girl the perfect hair.

"So it's the make up then." Jenny stated and tilted her head. "You know, I can leave the freckles visible if you want me to."

Summer closed her eyes and shook her head. "No, the make up's fine… I… just…"

"You don't know if you're doing the right thing, huh?" Chris asked sympathetically and hugged Summer from behind.

Summer's eyes widened and she stared at Chris in the mirror. "I-I don't…I-"

"Aww, sweetie, that's completely okay. Everyone goes through this on their wedding day. Everyone. I promise everything's gonna be okay."

"Sure." Summer said and looked down on her hands that were resting in her lap.

While Summer was examining her hands, Chris looked at Jenny with his eye wide open as if he wanted to ask her what was wrong, and Jenny just shrugged, although she had an assumption of what was wrong with Summer – even though she didn't want to say it out loud.

All of a sudden, Summer looked up and smiled broadly, the sadness from before completely disappeared. "So what's wrong with you two? No breaks allowed, we have pretty much to do until the wedding starts!" she chimed and sat up straight.

Jenny raised an eyebrow but did as she was told and concentrated on Summer's make up while Chris busied himself with her hair again.

As her friends went back to their work, Summer's smile faded as she was trying to convince herself to stick with her decision to marry Craig. The wedding was less than two hours away now, and even if she wanted to she couldn't have been able to return anymore.

"Okay, can you tell me what bullshit that was before? Telling her that it's gonna be okay?" Jenny said through gritted teeth as she slapped Chris on the back of his head as soon as Summer had announced that she wanted to leave the room to get some fresh air.

"Ooooouch! Hell, what was that for?" Chris asked and pouted.

Jenny crossed her arms in front of her chest and shook her head. "Are you really that stupid? Or am I talking Chinese all of a sudden?"

"You're mad at me because I told her everything was gonna be okay? Cuz I took some of our friend's nervosity?"

"No, cuz you told her that it was OKAY that she's marrying Craig! And you know that it isn't! She doesn't love him, doofus." Jenny said and sighed, waiting for an explanation.

Chris looked down on his shoes and shrugged. "Jen, she told Seth that he's too late. She doesn't wanna be with him."

"She doesn't know what she wants! She thinks she's doing an adult thing, but she's making the biggest mistake of her life! She can't under any circumstances marry Craig!" Jenny yelled and looked around her as she realized that she was talking way too loudly. And the walls of the church weren't exactly soundproof.

"I know that, but I guess it's kind of late to talk some reason into her, huh? And she had a whole night to figure out if she really wants this marriage or not." Chris said and bend down to Jenny so he didn't have to talk in a loud voice. "And she's here, isn't she? Which means that she wants to marry Craig."

Jenny shook her head and gave Chris the most evil glare she could manage. "You've gone mad. Completely crazy. If you want to let our friend run down the road to ruin, go ahead. I'm gonna go and talk some sense into that girl." She announced and turned on her heels without looking back, leaving a very guilty looking Chris behind.

Summer and her friends weren't the only ones with insecurities on that fateful day. Even Craig found himself wondering if the decision he had made had been the right one. As he was staring at the engagement ring on his finger, he was recalling the night he had proposed to Summer. Her hesitation back then had really hurt him, and it had only confirmed his fears – that she didn't really love him. But in the end, she had agreed to marry him, and she was here today. That was enough.

And it hadn't been just a coincidence that Craig had been "offered" this job in Atlanta so fast – he had kind of helped himself getting the job. There would have been enough time for them to plan a wedding, and actually be engaged for a couple of months before they needed to move there. But Craig knew that the longer Summer was around that Seth Cohen guy, the more she would question her decision of marrying him. And the worst thing that could happen was that she would leave him for Cohen.

That was why he had proposed to her in the first place. He had been totally fine with "just" being boyfriend and girlfriend, but the closer the semester came to the finals, the closer Summer seemed to have gotten to Seth, and Craig didn't like that at all. Summer was his girlfriend, and he wanted to be with her – always. That had been the reason for the whole rush on this wedding.

As the church bells started to ring, Craig smiled. It was only a few moments now, and Summer would officially become his wife. And he wouldn't need to be afraid that the woman he loved would leave him for some guy called Seth Cohen.

After her make up and hair were fixed, Summer had felt like suffocating in her dressing room, and she had excused herself from Jenny and Chris, and had told them she was going to get some fresh air. Without looking at any of the people that were already sitting in the church, Summer pushed her way through the crowds towards the big wooden church doors.

As she was finally outside, Summer leant against the opened door gratefully. She inhaled deeply, trying desperately to get rid from the huge lump that was forming in her throat with every breath she took. The wedding hadn't even begun and she was already running out of energy to tell herself that she was doing the right thing. The image of Seth she always carried in her heart, of him smiling at her, showing off his wonderful dimples, never left her, and the sensation the kiss at his birthday party had given her was still sending shivers up and down her spine when she thought about it.

She was desperately trying to find similar moments she had with Craig, but she wasn't able to. Everytime she was close to find a romantic moment she had had with her fiancée Seth came back to her mind, driving her almost insane. This wasn't normal anymore, was it? She had said yes to Craig, and she was here, on her wedding day, in her wedding dress. This wasn't the time for insecurities. This was the time for commitment. The time for commitment of her love to…

"Cohen?" she whispered as she saw a very familiar figure approaching the church, looking terribly devastated, in a black suit, his head bowed, and his hands in his pockets. Summer felt her breath quicken and she closed her eyes, trying to calm down a bit. Her brain was playing tricks on her. She had been thinking so much about Seth the past few minutes, her brain was even pretending she actually saw him here in front of the church. The wedding was starting in a few minutes, and he was in the church by now… right?

But as she opened her eyes again, he was still there. He wasn't walking anymore, he just stood in the middle of the path that led up to the huge church and stared at her, with so much pain in his eyes that Summer felt like passing out right at that moment. She wasn't sure, but she even thought that she could see some tears in his eyes. As she blinked twice Summer realized that she had some tears falling down her own face, and she reached up to her left cheek to wipe them away, her gaze never leaving Seth's, just as if she was afraid that he would disappear as soon as she would look away.

How could it be so painful to look at another person? How could a woman's beauty and perfection hurt so much it felt like your heart was breaking into millions of pieces? And how could the electricity of her stare make your arms ache to hold her, and your lips burn to kiss her? To make her all yours?

Never before in his life Seth had felt that helpless. That desperate. That out of place. There she was, standing outside the church, her long brown hair hanging down her shoulders in slight waves, framing her flawless face. Her dress was a dream of white silk, underlining the shape of her body perfectly. And there were tears running down her cheeks which the bright afternoon sunlight made sparkle beautifully.

When she raised her hand to clean her face from those tears, it was too much for Seth to take. He loved her more than anything, and he wanted her to be happy. And if the sight of him made her cry he knew he needed to leave. She needed to do this on her own. Summer Roberts and Seth Cohen were long history, and he knew he needed to accept that, even if it hurt like hell.

With one last glance at her breathtaking beauty, Seth took a deep breath and turned around and slowly walked back in the direction of his car. The more steps he took the faster he walked, and the farther away he got from the church the more he felt her gaze burning on his back, causing him to break into a run. He ran as if death in person followed him, and only when he was sure that he was out of her sight he stopped, leaning against the wall of a nearby house. He bowed his head and shook it, trying to get rid of her image in his head, but no matter how hard he tried to erase her from his thoughts it didn't work.

It would never work.

Because he would love Summer Roberts forever.

Now he had disappeared. But it hadn't been a dream. It still felt like one to Summer, but she knew that the hurt in his gaze and the tears in his eyes were reality. She was still staring at the place he had stood in a few seconds ago and tried to understand what was just happening to her. At the sight of him, her stomach had turned somersaults and her heart had begun to race.

If she was doing the right thing by marrying Craig, why did her whole body long to be with somebody else? Why did every bone in her body refuse to go into the church again and say "yes" to Craig?

Summer swallowed hard and closed her eyes, breathing steadily and trying to calm herself down. She needed to get a clear head now. Today was the most important day of her life, and she was supposed to be happy and joyful. Seth Cohen was history. But what if…

"There you are."

Jenny's voice send Summer back to reality, and she opened her eyes again. "Are you okay?" Jenny asked, her gaze worried. She laid a hand on Summer's arm and tilted her head as if she was trying to comfort her best friend somehow.

Slowly, Summer nodded. "Jen…" she said, her voice croaky. Taking one last glance at the place Seth had been standing in before, she faced her friend again and cleared her throat. "Jen, I need you to do me a favor…"

Jenny's eyes widened and she nodded. "Whatever you want, baby."

Summer forced a small smile and sighed. There was no room for new decisions now. A few seconds ago, when Seth had been running away from her, she had made one. And now she would stick to it.

Next chapter: The Right Side Of Wrong - guess what happens...