Hey guys, I'm back for a while. I wasn't really planning on continuing with this considering Fox and Theresa being over on the show, but I hate when people leave me hanging and I don't want to do that to my readers. The show hasn't been really inspiring or motivating, so you're reviews are going to have to do. I realize I have been sort of rushing through the beginning of this story, and it didn't sound great when I read it, so the rest is going to be slower and more emotional. That's enough out of me. Please read and review. Thanks.

THE ONE AND ONLY

IT'S NOT FAIR

He listened to the rain hitting the concrete, listened to the hum of the wind on the dreary evening. Of course, everything was dreary. His life held no meaning anymore. Not since that day she was taken away from him. The Lord saw fit to punish him, to take her away before he knew what she truly meant to him. Before he knew he loved her, that life without her wasn't life at all. It wasn't worth living. But he'd made a mistake that he needed to be punished for, and living was the only way to punish himself. A week ago he had watched her fall of that dreadful cliff, he had watched her life slowly slip away, her existence diminishing, and now it were as if she had never belonged at all. But he knew differently. He knew there were so many lives that would never be touched by her energetic presence, by her spirit. It wasn't fair that she had to leave the earth so early, it wasn't fair that she never got to raise her daughter, got to be the wonderful mother he knew she would have been. He couldn't ever feeling so lost, so lonely in his entire life.

Fox Crane was never lonely. He always had more than enough people willing to keep him company. Money could buy him more than enough lovers to keep his mind off things. But money couldn't bring Theresa back. Money couldn't buy him the one thing he wanted most in the world. Before a week ago, the Crane playboy couldn't remember when he'd last cried. Now he couldn't remember when he hadn't cried. That seemed to be all he did these days. He didn't understand, the tears kept coming, kept running over his eyelids onto his cheeks. Each tear reminding him of his broken heart, wondering if even a fraction of it would ever be fixed again. He doubted it. It seemed like the pain would never go away. He had considered turning to alcohol to dull the pain, to numb his emotions, but he would think of Theresa's disapproving glare, and he knew he could never do anything to hurt her, even if she wasn't there in person. Besides, he deserved the pain. Every last ounce.

He turned away from the window, blocking out the sound of the pouring rain. Looking around his empty room, he wondered if it would ever feel like home again. He wondered if any place would ever feel like home again. Not much chance, without Theresa there. His home was with her, not in the Crane mansion, pretending to be somebody he no longer wanted to be. He didn't want to be considered a Crane, the name that had caused Theresa and her family so much pain and heart-ache. He didn't want to be considered the playboy that used girls and then threw them away like yesterday's trash. He hadn't even been with a girl in ages. And he had no intention of being with one. The one he wanted, he could no longer have. He was sick of people pretending to be his friend because he had money, not because they enjoyed being with him. He hadn't cared before, but the person he'd been before no longer existed. He'd give anything to go back in time, to arrive at the cliff sooner, to grab onto her before she let go, before she hit the water that ultimately ended her life. He never even had the chance to tell her he loved her. He hadn't even known until it was too late. Sometimes life's cruel, sometimes you don't know what you have until it's gone. Now he had no way of getting back what he had, no way of sharing his life with her.

That's it, guys. I don't have a lot of time right now, so maybe I'll update soon, but I can't promise anything. Some of you mentioned wanting to see Fox more, see how he's handling it, and here it is. Please R&R or I won't know if anybody wants me to continue. Thanks a bunch.