I encourage you all to read this while listening to "Someone like you" by Adele. I was aw inspired.

Yes I know I did this in third person... I just wanted to. ALso i have another chapter if you want it up, let me know.

Also yes... this person is who is the drama causer.

"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead."

-Adele (Someone like you)

As she approached the door, she did one last look over her outfit and smoothed her hair. The onslaught of nerves assaulted her just as they had time and time before. They accompanied her anytime she was to be in his presence. She'd almost forgotten this feeling; the one you get as you prepare to see the face of the man you've loved for nearly all your life. It didn't matter that things hadn't gone the way she had wanted, it only mattered that they had once been a, we. That they still had a chance to be again.

Memories of a life shared together assailed her memory. She though back to being kissed with abandon, being taken without mercy and being held in his arms for the entire world to see. She had stayed away for as long as she could possibly do it, but in the end the desire to see his beautiful face one last time consumed her far more than her need to respect a boundary. In the end she just couldn't fight it, and she needed to know once and for all where she stood in his life.

Because for her…it wasn't over.

With a gentle knock on the door, she awaited her fate. She didn't she breathed until the door opened, and when she saw his face she was sure that this had been the right decision. He looked exactly the same…just as she had remembered. Those striking green eyes and defined jaw line always made it hard for her to keep her balance, and in this moment…just like the others, she knew he was all she would ever want. Imagining a life with him by her side had her rocking on her toes, dizzy with the idea of simply a possibility.

She waited for an acknowledgement, waited for the second he saw her face and was reminded of all she was replaying in her head. But he didn't embrace her; he didn't give her a dazzling smile or a grin that promised wicked play in their future. Though she was disappointed by the quiet, she wasn't yet defeated. She would show him exactly why he needed her, why he couldn't possibly want another.

As she moved to walk through the door and take a seat, he stopped her with his hand and a confused expression. Feeling undaunted by his reaction, she simply smiled gently and placed her slender palm over his as it rested on her skin.

He seemed confounded by her response and immediately stepped away with a sense of urgency. She took it to mean that he was as pleased to see her as she was him. Naturally that contact would have emitted that spark of electricity for him as well…the one she felt anytime he was near. After all this time apart, it would be like a shock for him as well.

"I'm sorry for just showing up like this…uninvited." She took a steadying breath to get her bearings. Instinctively she knew that she had only one shot at this, and for her to win him back, she would have to get this right. Her words would need to be perfect.

He opened his mouth to say something, but as if deciding on a new course of action, he closed it and turned from her. With all the resolve she was able to find in herself, she moved toward him as if drawn like a magnet. With his back to her still, he finally broke his silence. "Why are you here?" taking a step closer to him she swallowed once and tried to put into words what it was that she wanted.

"I've…I've come back. For you."

She watched as he turned to face her, but the expression on his face didn't show even a glimmer of hope that this news pleased him. There was no love in his eyes shining back at her; there was only the sight of pity in his expression. He looked to be physically pained to just be standing before her, but instead of making that a sign that the sight of her made him sick with need for her, she understood that it was because she now would have to hear from his lips that she wasn't at all what he wanted.

"You waste your time" he moved from her sight and made his way toward the dark cherry oak desk at the other end of the room. She watched as he lifted a picture from the desk and smiled a breathtaking smile as he admired whatever photo adorned it. "Go home, Kate."

A feeling akin to sinking began to drown over her and before she could make herself stop, tears fell from her eyes. Her entire life was feeling insignificant right now. Yes she had known that he had settled down, of course she heard that he'd married. But it was wrong. It was all wrong.

When she was younger, she had told herself that it was fine for him to be a playboy. It was fine that she had to watch him live a wild and crazy life. It was all fine, because in the end he would be hers. Edward was supposed to marry her. He wasn't supposed to deviate from that…that was the plan.

Kate was supposed to have been his dreams come true. She was the one who in the end, he would look at and say, "Now I'm ready for our forever". Kate had been the only woman in his life that stuck around, she was his constant. Standing here now as he looked on at the photo in his hands, she felt robbed.

In all her years, she had envisioned her belly round and warm with their child. It was her lips that he kissed as he rubbed over that bump and held her in his arms. Those visions were what had made the last 11 years of watching him live in the light worth it. It wasn't money that she wanted at all. It was him. All she had ever wanted was to build a life with him by her side and a few giggling children with his copper hair and her blue eyes to adorn the magnificent house they were sure to live in.

She hadn't been ready to abandon that dream, and now standing before him she was desperate to hold onto it once more. "Please don't forget me, Edward…please don't let yourself forget all that we had." She was prepared to beg if need be, to recount all the ways they were perfect for each other. She could make him remember, she knew all he needed was to remember.

Just as she opened her mouth to begin cataloging their history, the door opened and in walked a brown haired beauty with a little boy on her hip. Kate watched as she balanced the baby on her side and a tote filled to the brim with food in her hand.

Envy so deep raced through her veins as she watched Edward steal a kiss from the woman before scooping the happy baby into his arms and relieving her of the bag she had been holding as well. Kate stood as an invisible onlooker to the happy little family. Waiting to be acknowledged by anyone at this point she continued to watch on as her reality cemented before her eyes.

This woman had given him things that Kate couldn't. The once drowning feeling she initially had felt now seemed like a welcome emotion compared to the gut wrenching grief that seized her now. Embarrassment was the next feeling to consume her, and she'd hoped for a reprieve from being noticed. Just as she was about to storm from the room to lick her wounds in private, the brown haired woman turned and realized she was in the room as well.

"Oh! I'm sorry, did we interrupt a meeting?" She turned to Edward as if to apologize, but he simply shook his head no as he blew raspberries on the little boy's stomach to earn more giggles.

Though Kate wanted nothing more than to hate that woman, she found herself smiling and shaking her head no. "I was just leaving." She managed to get out evenly. Without sparing a glance in their direction again she wordlessly headed for the door, hoping with all that she was that tears wouldn't make their way out once more. Just as she was about to walk out the door forever, she heard Edward call out to her.

"I wish you nothing but the best, Kate." Wanting to smile for his little family, she turned to face him once more, but he was already consumed in the faces of his wife and son. She watched a second longer from the door as they moved about the room chattering happily and setting out their lunches.

Walking away from him forever, Kate set off to begin her new chapter in life.