I hate to say this but this story is kind of pointless, haha. It's just a scene thats been replaying in my mind over and over again for a while. It doesn't really have much depth but once I get my computer back, I'm considering maybe writing a past for the 2 characters in this..well see. ENjoy and please review. :)

And as she walked out onto the stage - her tan legs sculpted to perfection and her wavy brown hair; so dark, it was usually mistaken as being black; cascading down her back, and her dark, clear brown eyes staring out at the audience - people hooted and clapped.

He stood among them, screaming and grinning as she happily took her bow.

Broadway.

Who would have thought? She majored in theater during college and while he had always supported her dreams, he was never too sure if she would really make it and be a star on Broadway. He always knew she had the talent, but he wasn’t sure if Broadway would see it. He wasn’t sure if he would ever see the name Marie Macell in lights.

But she did it. And she did it without him, which, he was willing to admit, was totally and completely his fault.

He frowned as he thought back on what he had done. He really should have listened to her when she told him that his high school sweetheart, the girl he had finally decided to leave Marie for, was a different girl. “After all,” she had said, “you haven’t seen or heard from her in five years! Damn it, Chris! She’s probably changed since the last time you saw her; she’s not the same girl you used to be in love with. Plus, I thought you loved me…”

And he did.

He loved her so much – he had a ring picked out and was planning on proposing to her after his high school reunion. That, of course, didn’t happen after he met up with Mandy, his high school sweetheart. Mandy had Chris doubting his relationship with Marie in no time and it is something he would never forgive her for.

But he’s here to fix everything. Chris was here to get back his college girlfriend, the one he had dated for four and a half years, and he was willing to do whatever it took. Granted, it’s been four years and the two are now both 28, but Marie’s still the only girl who could ever get Chris’s blood pumping. She was always on his mind; he couldn’t eat, work, sleep, play sports, or really do anything without thinking about her.

He hated to admit it but he was somewhat…obsessive about her. He was so in love and his guilt and hatred for his stupidity had consumed him for the past four years.

He wanted her back. He needed her back. And he was here to get her back.

As people filed from the stage area, Chris followed the crowd. The show was an early one; it has started at 2 and ended a few minutes ago at 3:33 and so it was still bright out, even though the rain was dribbling down.

Chris walked into the parking lot and he spotted Marie’s car immediately. It was the same blue Hybrid car she had three years ago and it still had that tiny little dent from when she had backed up and accidently ran into Chris’s father’s mailbox.

She had been mortified and Chris had had a hell of a time calming her down and trying to convince her that it wasn’t that big a-

And there she was.

Chris started to jog over to where she stood by her car, quickly trying to stab her key into the keyhole so she could get out of the rain. She had changed out of her stage clothes and she sported jeans that were getting darker by the second thanks to the rain and a dark green shirt which was already clinging to her skin. Her dark hair was pulled up in a pony tail and a look of utter annoyance was pasted on her face.

“Marie!” Chris heard himself call out and he stopped jogging a few feet from the car when he saw Marie look up. It took her a moment to realize just who he was and he watched as her brown eyes widened and her jaw fell a little. “Marie!” He called her name again because he realized he had no idea what he was going to say…well, other than: “I love you Marie. I’m sorry!”

After he yelled those words Marie gasped and her eyes softened a little. However, as she opened her mouth to yell something back, another person showed up behind her. It was a man. A tall man with curly dark brown hair and dark eyes to match…and he was holding a child.

Chris felt his throat constrict and his stomach twist up…his chest hurt and his legs suddenly felt a little more unstable than usual when he saw the child reach out to Marie and cry and unmistakable: “Momma!” The little boy, who looked to be about a year old, was undoubtedly Marie’s son and the man who was holding the kid kissed Marie on the lips before handing the child to her.

And then, as the summer rain started to lift and the sun shined down a little more brightly, Chris noticed it reflect off something which caused a small color spectrum to appear on the ground.

It was reflecting off the diamond ring on Marie’s left hand. The engagement ring which was sat next to a white-gold wedding ring.

Marie was married. Marie had a son.

Marie had moved on, just like Chris had told her to do when he left her.

Marie’s husband took the keys from her and with an amused smirk, he opened the car door without any problem at all. Marie, who somehow still hadn’t managed to break eye-contact with Chris, was provided with a light tap from her husband who motioned for her to get into the car. Marie turned to give her husband a small smile and he returned it before walking around to the other side of the vehicle and getting in. Marie, still holding her son, glanced over at Chris and for a moment Chris could see that while she may have moved on; there was still a very large part of her being that loved him still. He could see it in the way her brown eyes had softened to a goo-like state and the way her lips turned upward in a barely noticeable and natural smile. It was in the way her gaze screamed at him to come back to her and in the way her eyes traced over every inch of his face.

She had missed him. She had loved him.

But she had also moved on.

She gave Chris a small wave with her free hand before getting into the car in which her husband sat. The door slammed and within a few seconds, the car was gone.

Chris was well aware of the fact that his world was quickly yet thoroughly crumbling around him. He was well aware of the fact that the one woman whom he had ever really, truly loved was gone from his life forever and he was even more aware of the fact that it was his own fault and no one else’s.

If he could turn back time and warn his old self to not do anything stupid, to not break things off with Marie for a fling that wouldn’t even last; he would.

Chris turned away from the empty parking spot and walked towards his own vehicle. He stared at his car and in a wave of anger at himself, he found himself giving his car a swift kick followed by a punch to the driver’s seat window.

He swore and pulled his hand back as the glass shattered onto the seat and he glanced down at his bleeding hand.

“I guess I deserved that.” He whispered to himself and he gazed at the glass on the seat; the glass which he gloomily told himself couldn’t be repaired. It couldn’t be repaired and it was his fault.

And once again, he thought of Marie.

He turned and put his back against the car before he dropped to the ground and leaned against his vehicle.

“Marie…” He whispered and he shut his eyes and took a deep breath, refusing to let his own tears mix with the rain. He would not cry. He refused cry. “What have I done…?”

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