A/N: Hey guys! I'm so sorry I'm late to the upload! It's been a crazy week and I just haven't been able to meet my schedule. To make it up, this one is a longer one, hope you like it!

She was ready to go. Bags packed, tickets in hand, and of course, him.

She stood facing him but unable to meet his eyes. Instead her gaze passed over everything else, his dark grey shirt, his arms, the tattoo that peeked out from the sleeve. His broad chest, his lips, his hair, his jaw. Everything except those dark green eyes that held…everything.

The clock was counting down, she'd need to leave soon to make it to her train on time. But she couldn't bring herself to move. Her mouth opened but the words would not form.

"You get going, to make it on time," he said gently. His voice was composed, and she felt her chest tighten.

She dropped her gaze to the floor and shook her head resolutely. He gently lifted her head with two fingers, forcing her gaze on his.

And when she met those dark green eyes it was like a dam had broke and tears rushed to her eyes, rapidly falling down her face.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he soothed, carefully wiping the tears with his thumbs, cradling her face in the process.

Once again, the words couldn't make it and she felt a lump in her throat when she tried to talk. She once again shook her head.

"It is though, it'll be okay. We'll be okay," he continued. The tears weren't stopping, and he simply held her face, his thumb just diverting the flow from her eyes.

She pulled away to swipe at her nose that had begun running. God she was a mess.

He refused to be swayed and instead pulled her in for a hug. And in the safety of his arms she wept openly. Her heart hurt, her chest tightened in a way that was painful. She still had that lump in her throat preventing her from talking and it was the worst type of heartbreak imaginable.

Slowly, she calmed down. Enough for him to hold her out and once again wipe her tears. He managed a smile.

"It's okay."

It wasn't but given words weren't really her strong suit right now she simply reached up and pulled him in for a desperate kiss.

He responded by wrapping his arms around her and it felt for a moment that maybe everything would be alright.

They pulled away and into a hug that lasted not long enough in her opinion as he held her at arms length.

"You really should get going, you're already kinda late," he said, glancing at his watch.

She knew. She was ignoring it.

"Yeah," she finally managed in a broken tone.

"We're going to be okay," he reassured, "the best of friends."

"Yeah," she whispered, still broken.

"I'll see you later, yeah?" he said, stepping back so she could grab her bag.

"Yeah."

She reached up for a final kiss. Their last kiss.

And then she turned around and started to walk.

Each step was harder than the last, and the feeling in her chest grew heavier and heavier and the tears left her eyes quicker and quicker.

She was sobbing by the time she had reached the end of the hall.

The thought of him, standing there without her.

The thought of him, without her in his arms.

The thought of him, not kissing her.

Or even worse, the thought of him kissing someone else.

And that thought broke her.

Almost immediately, as if she had no control over what she was doing, she turned around and ran back. Back down the hall, around the corner and all the way back to his door. He wasn't at the door when she got there and she immediately started pounding on it.

Through her tears she saw his surprised face when he opened the door and just the sight of him alone made that feeling in her chest loosen a little.

In his dark grey shirt that she had been grasping earlier, and his arms that felt like home, and his eyes that looked at her like she was the sun itself, and his lips that she should be kissing right now and then all of a sudden she was.

And it felt so natural and so good and her heart was soaring.

They pulled apart and she launched herself into his arms and the lump in her throat was finally starting to melt.

"But…but your train?" the words seemed a bit broken and she saw the effects of her departure on his face.

"Guess I'm just gonna have to miss it," she mumbled into his shirt.

"You can reschedule…" the words trailed off and she felt the apprehension behind them.

"Why would I want to? I've got everything I want, right here."

The smile he gave her made every horrible feeling, every painful moment, disappear.

The kiss that came after was the first of many more to come.

A/N: I just had a change of heart…So what did you guys think? It was inspired by that song lyric, and I think I just needed to write a happy ending to this kind of situation. Things don't often end up this way in real life, often times the person leaves.

But I don't know, I just wanted to write something like this, something that ended happily, something with hope to offset the sadder side that might be a reality to some of you. So here I give you, an alternate ending, a happy conclusion. I think I just needed it.

Please Review! I'd love to hear your thoughts!

And as always, thanks for reading! (and sorry on the delay for the upload, it's been a week :P)

See ya! :)