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She stood in front of his door, hand poised to knock, and wondered for the millionth time whether or not this was a good idea. She could just slip the envelope under his door and get the hell out of Dodge, and he'd never have to know why she'd actually come here. It was selfish, horribly selfish, to want to use him like this and then run away…but didn't she deserve to be selfish? Didn't she deserve to have even one night with him before she gave in to the inevitable?

With a sudden surge of determination, she knocked on the door, and three breaths later she was face to face with the man who should have been the love of her life.

"Can I come in?"

Woody stepped aside, gesturing silently for Jordan to move past him into his apartment. He closed the door behind her, setting his hands on his hips as he took in her uncertain stance. He was puzzled by her timid body language, so far from her usual defiant posturing, and his heart sank when he realized what it had to mean. Jordan acting unusual meant Jordan in trouble, and trouble for Jordan always turned into a crisis for Woody.

"Look, Jordan," he began, taking hold of her upper arms and turning her to face him. "It's been a really long week, so if you're here to kick back and have a beer, count me in. But if this is some crazy crusade, I have to tell you, I really don't have the – mmph –"

She cut him off effectively by pressing her lips to his. The kiss, awkward at first, deepened as his hands moved from her arms to her back, pulling her closer to him. When he realized what they were doing – what he was doing with Jordan, who he'd been head over heels in love with since the day he met her – Woody pulled away.

"Jordan, what –" he started to ask, breathless. She pressed a finger to his lips to silence him, then traced his bottom lip softly with her fingertip. He groaned, his hands tightening on her waist, and she smiled tentatively up at him.

"Kiss me again?"

A thousand warning bells were going off in his head, but when Jordan's fingers brushed against the nape of his neck, he decided to ignore the warning in favor of leaning in and kissing her with the pent-up passion of more than two years' worth of unrequited longing. They made their way over to the couch, neither one willing to pull away long enough to look where they were going, and suddenly the backs of Woody's legs collided with the edge of the sofa. He fell onto the cushions with a grunt of surprise, and Jordan tumbled into his lap.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine," he told her, cupping her cheek tenderly. "You?"

"Better than," she whispered, and recaptured his mouth with hers. Her hands slipped between their bodies and she pulled back just long enough to tug his t-shirt over his head, tossing it negligently across the room. They kissed again, and then it was Woody's turn to pull away. Jordan raised her arms obediently, expecting him to take off her shirt in return, but his fingers paused on the hem.

"What's wrong?" she asked, confused. He shook his head, his blue eyes troubled.

"Jordan, I can't do this if it doesn't mean something to you."

She frowned, lowering her arms and folding them defensively across her chest.

"Of course it means something. What, do you think this is just a one night stand for me?" She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth; while the encounter she had planned was anything but meaningless, it would only be for one night. Hearing it out loud and having to face the realization of how little time she really had left was almost physically painful.

"Then what is it, Jordan?"

A tear slipped down her cheek. Woody caught it with his thumb, brushing it gently away.

"They say you always regret the things you don't do more than the things you do," she said softly. "I don't want to regret you, Woody. I don't want to regret us. I love you."

The expression on his face was priceless. If there had been any humor left in Jordan's body, she might have laughed for the sheer joy of it.

"Jordan," he said, and her name sounded like a prayer on his lips. "Jordan…I've always loved you."

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she raised her arms again.

"Show me."

They lay together under the covers of his bed, enveloped in a sated warmth more complete than anything she'd ever felt before. She closed her eyes, wondering why she hadn't given in to her feelings years before. They could have had so much more time…

"Jordan?"

"Hmm?"

"Would you…promise me?"

"Promise you what?"

"That you won't run away."

She took a deep breath. She couldn't make him a false promise. Not after tonight.

"I promise you that I want to be with you," she said finally, snuggling closer to him. "And I promise that I never want to leave you."

Woody nodded slowly, kissing the top of her head as his eyelids grew heavy.

"It's a deal," he told her, letting his eyes fall shut and inhaling the soft scent of her as the exertions of the night caught up to him. "I'll see you in the morning."

She closed her eyes against the lie and countered it with the only truth that mattered anymore.

"I love you, Woody."

He smiled at the heartfelt words, happier than he'd ever believed he could be.

"I love you, Jordan."

Her arms tightened around him, and she tilted her head back to keep the tears that were gathering in her eyes from falling onto his bare chest. In silence she waited, watching him fall asleep with a tenderness she hadn't known she was capable of feeling. Once she was sure he was sleeping, she extricated herself from his arms and his bed, knowing that the chill she felt wasn't entirely due to the loss of his body heat or the cool night air coming in through the window. This was it…the end of the best and truest relationship she'd ever had, with the only man she'd ever been able to trust with her heart. As she wrapped her arms around herself to still her shivering, she realized, with the kind of black amusement that stemmed only from complete dispair, that at least she wouldn't have to live without him for long.

After pulling on her clothes, she tiptoed back over to the bed. She laid a gentle kiss on his forehead, and he sighed but didn't wake.

"I love you," she whispered again, memorizing the way the shadows played across his face. She knew this was the last time she would see him, and she wanted to remember every moment of it.

He stirred slightly, his fingers twitching toward the empty spot next to him, and she straightened. It was time. She walked into the living room, ignoring the tears streaming down her cheeks and setting the envelope with his name on it down on the end table where he'd be sure to see it the next morning, when he woke up and found her gone.

As she turned the doorknob, she wavered. She could stay…he would care for her, she knew, for however long she managed to stay alive. But in the end, that wasn't how she wanted him to remember her: sick and dying in a hospital bed, covered in tubes and medical equipment. She wanted the memory of this night to stay with him so that the best parts of her, the parts she'd shared with him, would be the parts that lived on. That was the legacy she wanted to leave behind.

Head held high, Jordan opened the front door, stepping out of the apartment and out of Woody Hoyt's life forever.