The Last One

Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Anya O’Donnell, and I’d like to declare myself guilty beyond all reasonable doubt.

Guilty of what, you ask?

Well, for starters, I’m guilty of lying to everyone for years; of pretending when I should have been showing them all who I really was, what I really wanted. I’m guilty of pushing away the only person who wanted to stay, convinced that, one day, he’d have left, anyway.

I told him we were a mistake.

I told him I was better off without him.

I told him that I didn’t love him.

And now I miss him. I miss his cups of tea and his stupid cheese crackers. I miss his clothes, strewn about the house. I miss the way he would watch me sleep. I miss his arms, holding me tightly each night, making me feel at home.

But now we’re both alone. And I’m scared.

I’m scared that he believed everything I told him; that he has no intention of coming back.

Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Owen McKenna, and I’m furious.

Why, you ask?

Well, because I decided to follow my heart and not my head. Because I didn’t listen to my friends or to their far-fetched theories. Because I left anyway – even when everyone was telling me to stay.

And now she doesn’t want me back. But I want her, desperately.

She’s the woman I’ve been waiting for. She’s incredibly sexy, and can make you laugh, even when you least want to. She’s never let anyone in, apart from me; and when she crumbles into my arms, it makes me feel like the only guy in the world.

But I ruined everything.

I let the L-word slip, and she panicked.

She told me things she didn’t even think – I know that. I know her.

I know that she’s scared, that she doesn’t want to take this risk. But I do. I’m ready.

I’m her exception.

I just need to make her see that, too.