Finally added this…I kept trying to write it, but it never really came out right. Anyways, I hope it fits in with the other parts okay. Let me know what you think, it's hard to write when you don't know how people are responding. I'm not going to get offended or anything. Just take a little time and drop me a review.

"Hello?" Shane groaned into the phone, her head pounding. She glanced at the clock and winced when she realized it was four in the morning. She rolled out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen, not wanting to wake up Jenny. "Who is this?"

"Hello, Shane."

Shane snapped awake. "Carmen? Is everything okay?"

Carmen was silent for a few seconds. "I'm okay. No, actually, I'm not."

Shane was stunned that Carmen had even called her. It'd been over a month since they had bumped into each other in the club, and Shane had given up hope of seeing her again. "Do…do you want to talk about it?"

Carmen's response was whispered. "Is she there?"

"Jenny's here, but she's in the other room. She's asleep." Shane glanced into the next room and saw her current girlfriend passed out on the bed and winced. "What's the matter, Carmen?"

"I'm sorry for calling. I'm not sure what I expected…I'll let you go."

"No! Wait, Carmen, don't hang up. You're not bothering me, I want to talk to you."

Carmen sighed. "I can't stop thinking about you, Shane. I thought I was over you, that I had pushed you from my mind, but seeing you last month…I can't think of anything else."

"I can't stop thinking about you either. I've never managed to get you out of my head, you know? You're always there. Always. It's killing me, Carmen." Shane's voice was surprisingly tender, and Carmen was glad she had called late. Shane was always a little more vulnerable before the sun came up, before she put her walls up.

"I'm sorry for whispering. I have someone in the other room, too…God, Shane, how did we end up like this?"

Shane didn't answer right away. "I made us like this. I had the best thing in the world and wrecked it. I never told you I was sorry. I never meant to hurt you, I just got scared of myself and what I would do to you and ran. Like a fucking coward." She lowered her voice. "I'm sorry, Carmen."

"I know. And I'm sorry, too. It's not like I made it easy for you. It could've been different. Look, I don't have a lot of time. I'm sorry I woke you up. But Shane, I have to see you. Please, Shane, meet me tonight. I won't tell Jenny, it can be a secret."

Shane hesitated. She could hear Jenny moving around in the next room and knew it was a matter of seconds before she came looking for her. "Um…okay. I have to go, I'll meet you at Kit's at nine."

Carmen whispered one last thing. "I still love you, Shane."

"I love you, Carmen. I never stopped." Then Carmen hung up, and Shane was alone in the kitchen. Jenny came in, asked her who she was talking to. Shane just shrugged her off, not interested in talking to her. She made an excuse about being tired and went back to bed. She listened to Jenny's slow, steady breathing and felt tears well up in her eyes. She felt awful about it, but Jenny wasn't what she wanted. Because Jenny wasn't Carmen, and she never would be.