I know that this was supposed to be a single chaptered story, but I felt that there were some loose strings between Ray and Neela that needs to be tied. So, here's the final chapter of "Summer Breeze", unless of course something else comes to mind. Thank you for your reviews.

She lay awake next to Tony's sleeping body, unable to follow suit. She raised her left finger to her eyes, and smiled. This was not a matter of cold feet or regret. She wanted to marry Tony.

She just didn't know if she should invite Ray. After all, she hadn't heard from him in over a year. She'd tried calling him, countless times no less. But he never answered.

Not a single time.

Several messages left with no return, several letters sent with no reply. What was the point? But Ray used to be her best friend, and she did care about him.

But then again, she had shed so many tears over him. So much guilt for something he caused. So much pain and suffering because of his actions. So much blaming…so much agony. The depression had been close to fatal. Suicide, she had attempted that over him. More than once. Cutting… Drinking…

The feeling that what happened to her was her karma, something she deserved.

And he wouldn't even come back after learning about that. Something that was so unlike Ray that she realized that he must hate her after learning of the depression, he wouldn't come back.

Not that she did all of that for his attention,, she simply did it because she thought she deserved it.

Then, the man laying next to her had finally saved her from herself. He had sent her away. He set up counseling sessions for her. He leant her a shoulder to cry on.

He helped her through it all. And in the end, he saved her life.

Ray? He destroyed her. And she was considering inviting him to their wedding.

Pathetic.

But if she didn't at least attempt to invite him, she'd probably loose sleep for more than just one night.

So she swung her legs over the bed and stood up, walking down to the living room. She reached the sofa and picked up the phone at the side table. She dialed the number she knew by heart.

As expected, he didn't answer, and his voicemail came on.

'Hey, it's Ray, leave a message and I'll get back to you.'

She then began biting her nails until the beep. She took a deep breath.

'Hey Ray…it's me. I..uh..I hope you're doing okay. Listen I don't really know how to say this…but uh, Tony and I are getting married in a few months….and I'd be grateful if you came. But I don't expect you to. Call me…if you get this. Bye.'

Click.

She placed the phone back on the charger, and walked back to their room, silent tears falling from her eyes.

Hatred had never hurt so much.