Yay!!! Final chapter!! Thank you all for reading this, and please leave a review.

This one was the hardest one to write because it's SO HARD to tell what Rob's thinking. So tell me what you think! I plan on doing another fic except maybe from his view. Yes or no?

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It always shocked me how even the way he said my name sent shivers down my spine. As I stared into those amazing eyes of his defiantly, I realized how in a flash of clarity that I wasn't coming back after this. I wouldn't be able to stay here, in this town, with this memory and this burden. I couldn't drive past his house childishly or try to convince Ruth to break her car so I'd have an excuse to see him. This would have to be the last time I talked to him. It had to be. I wouldn't survive another encounter with him. So when I spoke, anger curled through my voice like smoke, I knew what I was getting into.

Or at least I thought I did.

"Get the hell off my property," I said, my nails digging into the palms of my hands. As I saw confusion blossom onto the face that I had so carefully memorized, I felt a pang in my heart.

"Whoa, Mastriani. What's going on?" His eyes searched my face intently, then looked to my fist with a cautious look.

"You heard me. Get away from me," I snarled. My tone seemed to spark a bit of anger in him, and when he spoke, his tone was raised. "Mastriani, what are you saying? What the hell is your problem?"

I raised my chin and spat back, "You know what you did. I saw you. Have fun with the blonde. Really. I expect you'll have great fun with her. I see many dazzling conversations of wit and intelligence in your future. Maybe you can marry her, and raise her blond bimbo babies!" I swore I saw him visibly flinch at the word marry, and that confused me, until anger rushed back at me like a wave. His jaw clenched. "Jess, you don't know what you're talking about. That's Nancy. She always kisses the mechanics. I was fixing her carburetor!" There was an acidic tone to his voice, and disbelief shown in his eyes.

"Oh that's great. Kissed the mechanic? Yeah, I bet you just hated that. And all the other times I'm sure she's kissed you, hm? Did you hate it then Rob? I'll just bet you did," I said sarcastically. When he spoke again and I could hear fury in his voice, I was shocked.

"It's true Mastriani. But fine. If you don't want to believe it, that's your choice. I can't believe you don't believe me! When have I ever lied to you? Oh, that's right. Never! Jess, you know I wouldn't do that to you. You know it! Or at least you used to. This isn't you, Jess, and you know it! Besides, when have you ever run away from anything? The Jess I knew NEVER would have run away. She would have knocked Nancy out, then me." After that speech (one of the longest I've ever heard him say about me as the subject), my resolve to not cry in front of him nearly slipped. I covered it with defensiveness. "What do you mean? So I've learned some self control. Doesn't mean I didn't see you kissing another girl! It doesn't erase that fact Rob!" He shook his head in anger, as if he was trying to shake off my words. "I told you that nothing happened! And that's not self control, Jess. That's you. Something is going on with you, and it's not anything that has to do with me. I know you just came back from the war. I know you've seen some things. But this isn't you. You don't run!"

"The only thing that's changed about me is I've lost my powers. That's it. Is that the issue? Is it because I lost my powers?"

He growled in fury. I mean it. He growled. Or grunted. Or whatever that noise is that guys make when they're mad that never seems quite human.

"You know that's not it Jess. It's not me. You're broken! The war broke you. And that's fine. That's understandable! But you don't need to take it out on me Jess. You are broken! That's all there is to it."

With those words, Rob Wilkins, ex-boy of my dreams, turned on his heel to where his Indian was parked.

He didn't look back as walked away.

He didn't look back as he started the engine.

He didn't look back as he pressed on the gas.

And he didn't look back as he pulled away, the motorcycle purring condescendingly, as if it were a happy cat glad to be rid of me.

If he had looked back, he'd have seen me sink to the stairs of the porch. He'd have seen me bow my head to hide my eyes from the sight of his back to me. He might have even seen tears roll from my eyes if he deigned to look.

But he didn't.

So when I pulled out my phone, sobbing, I was alone, sitting outside my house on the stairs. My voice was mangled and truly wretched as I spoke.

"Ruth?"

Okay. You guys know what happens after that. The next day she leaves for a flight to New York and moves in with Ruth.

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