It must have been a week since David talked to Rose and she still didn't know what was going on or where they stood. She finally found him walking across campus and called out to him. "David!"

He heard his name and stopped. David smiled. "Hi." He replied. "Hi," She smiled. "I haven't seen you for a while." David shrugged. "Been busy." Rose scoffed a little. "Yeah, I've noticed," She sighed. "It seems you've master the disappearing act, I suppose."

"Look, I'm sorry, I can't help it." He replied. Rose nodded. "I know," She gave a small smile. "So is there a way we can talk, maybe over coffee?" David shook his head. "I-I can't I have to go back to the apartment after class and take care of some things then I have to see the dean, later."

Rose looked at him curious. "Oh, how come?" She asked. He exhaled. Rose noticed a look of dread in his face as he briefly turned his head. She had a feeling she wasn't going to like this.

"Rose, I'm leaving the university."

Rose's eyes widen. Did she hear right? "What, why?"

He lowered his eyes. "I got accepted into Torchwood Academy." Her heart sank. That place was miles from here. She nodded slowly. "I see, when was this, then?" "A week or so ago." He admitted. Rose pressed her lips trying not to shout.

He could see she was hurt and tried to explain. "I swear I meant to tell you sooner but-"

Rose stopped him. "You meant to tell me," She scoffed. "David, what is going on with you?" She said shaking her head. "First you avoid me about that night and now this?"

"I wasn't trying to keep it a secret from you, Rose." He said softly.

"You sure as hell could have fooled me." She scowled. Rose met his eyes. "I don't understand, you used to talk to me. Now I can barely get two words from you."

David nodded ashamed. "I know and I'm really sorry, it's just been so hard to face you." He admitted. Rose looked at him even more confused. "What are you talking about?"

He ran his hand through his messy hair. He seemed frustrated but more at himself. "Ever since that night I have been feeling so guilty about what I did," David shook his head and looked at her with pleading eyes. "I swear that's not who I am and I'm sorry. I just hope you can trust me to be your friend, again."

It was like a punch in the gut. Rose just stared at him, his words slowly sinking in. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. He was actually apologizing for that beautiful night. "You're sorry?" She managed to get out.

He nodded. "Yes, of course I am." Tears stung her eyes but she fought them. "So basically you're ashamed about what we did?" "No, no," He quickly replied. "I just want you to know I'm still your friend and that I'm not like that."

Rose swallowed thickly and looked away. Flashbacks of his fingertips tracing her curves and the spark of his lips kissing her body replayed in her mind. The sultry growl of her name in her ear now echoed cruelly, everything that once gave her pleasant shivers now left her feeling foolish. How could she have been so wrong?

"Rose?" He said snapping her out of her thoughts.

She glared at him. "You bastard!" Rose slapped his face hard surprising him. "Rose?" He said confused. David tried to touch her arm but she pulled away.

"Don't touch me, I never want to see you again!" She shouted not caring if people were staring. Rose brushed past him and quickly walked away just as the tears started spilling.

Rose ended up in the ladies restroom standing in one of the stalls crying. She was hurt and embarrassed. How could he do this to her? Just then she heard a soft tap on the door. "Rose?" It was her friend Amy.

She opened the stall and came out wiping her eyes with her hands. "Hi." Rose muttered. "Hi," Amy said looking at her concerned. "I heard you had a meltdown on campus."

Rose splashed come cold water on her face. "Yeah, guess I did." She grunted. Amy folded her arms. "What happened?" She scoffed. "He apologized, he apologized for having sex with me!"

"Who apologized?" Amy asked. She groaned. "David, the twit, he thinks he did something wrong by sleeping with me," Rose shook her head tearing off some paper towels. "It was so beautiful. How could he think that after everything we…we did and said?"

Amy shrugged. "Well, to be honest I'm that surprised." Rose frowned. "What does that mean?" She sighed heavily. "When you started changing your mind about David, did you ever tell him what a deep thoughtful person he was," Amy asked. "Or even what a good man he is?"

She looked at her and shook her head slowly. "I didn't think I-I had to, why?"

"Rose, think about it all he's ever heard is what you complain about to me on the phone," Amy said. "David thinks he's just the goofy artist pal that makes you smile and nothing more." She pointed out.

The words struck a nerve with Rose but she still felt discouraged. Rose shrugged. "It doesn't matter. He obviously doesn't feel anything for me."

Amy gave her a look. "Are you sure?"

Rose then thought back to that day when she taught him how to dance. The way he held her and looked at her still gave her goosebumps. Maybe there had been something there along. How could she have missed that?

Rose groaned realizing she was probably right. "What have I done," She stared at her hands with guilt. "I've really messed up." She looked at Amy. "I've got to tell him how I feel before it's too late."

"Well, you better hurry. His last class ended a while ago." Rose thanked Amy and hurried out the restroom and rushed home.

Without even going into her apartment first, she began knocking on David's door, rehearsing in her mind what she needed and wanted to tell him but after a few minutes there was still no answer. She knocked again. "David?" Rose called out but nothing. "Mr. Smith's not there." She heard a voice say. Rose turned and saw her neighbor standing outside his apartment door.

"Where is he?" She asked. The older man sighed. "He left for some school called Torchwood, a friend stopped by to help get the rest of his things," He pointed at his door. "It's empty in there, now."

Rose's heart dropped. "He's gone?" She said in a small voice. He nodded. "But he left you something in your mail box."

"Thanks." She mumbled softly. The man nodded and went back inside. Rose reached into her mailbox, her fingers trembling a little and pulled out a simple paper flower with the words 'I love you' written carefully on the crinkled paper petals.

She was too late. Rose's heart was broken.

Author's Note: Well, we're almost at the end and I appreciate and thank everyone for the amazing response to this story!

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