AN: Look at the chapters before for the disclaimer. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! It means so much to me, truly.
She heard him and felt his fingers against her skin, but her eyes were still focused on the painting on the far wall trying to memorize every detail of a cheap VanGogh reprint.
"Sara! Look at me, please." Greg repeated, this time his hand on her other cheek, turning her face to his. "Sara. Sara?" his voice was just a whisper, filled with hopelessness and desperation.
For the first time that night he caught her eyes and held them with everything he had. "I'm not letting go." Sara looked into his eyes and for the first time in her life, she saw the kind of love that was so real, so true, the kind of love that she had never had. "I'm sorry Greg." she whispered, taking a sharp breath to gain the composure to continue. Sara could feel his fingers tighten around hers, a signal to go on. She thought for a moment and then whispered, "What do you want me to say?"
Greg looked at her and all the emotions he had thought he would feel- this was not one of them. "Are you serious Sara? You no idea I want you to say! How about starting with not showing up for work this morning?" he could feel his emotions begin to control him but he couldn't stop them. All the questions he had been turning over in his head came sputtering out at one massive attack. "Than would you please continue to why I found you here passed out from too much alcohol. And if you get the chance, please let me know why you felt suicide was the best way to deal with whatever problems you had!"
He had gone too far, he could see that in her eyes. "Sara…" Greg started again; she turned her head forward and drew her knees to her chest. "Don't tune me out just yet."
AN: I hope to have another chapter up by tomorrow. Again, please review. I hope it doesn't seem like I'm dragging this out to far, there's just so much I want to get in. Next chapter will be the last, I promise.