"Kathryn, I love you. I love you with all my heart. Please, tell me what's wrong. I don't know what I did." Zac ran breathlessly to catch up with Kathryn. But why wouldn't Kathryn stop running? He finally caught up with her and spun her around to face him, grabbing her shoulders. "Kathryn, I love you." She tried pulling away. "Why won't you listen to me, damnit!?"

"I've listened long enough!" She screamed back. "I've heard you say you love me when I know it's not true!"

He didn't let her loose. "I do love you."

"You don't love me, Zac! You don't even know who the fuck I am. How could you say you loved me when I don't even know who the hell I am?" Kathryn leaned up against the building and slid down its brick wall with her head in her hands. Sobs escaped from her throat. "And I can't even bare to look at you or to speak with you without having myself in tears."

Zac watched her sob. "You sure did seem to love me the night we slept together, Kathryn."

"Zac, we were fuckin' high! Fucking drunk out of our minds." He hated to admit she was right. They were drunk. He remembered everything that had went on that night in that tiny bedroom. But he didn't want to go over it again. Not ever again. She looked up and him, and he took a seat on the cold concreate ground beside her.