I thought about if I even wanted to know
what the envelope contained. It was obvious
enough who had put it there. I braced myself
and slipped it open. Inside was a letter.
know you are upset, and you have
every reason to be. I don’t know what came
over me, but I knew you were going to leave
me any day. I was desperate to keep you
at my side. You are everything to me,
Zac…and I feel horrible about all this. This
is the worst I’ve felt in my entire life. I know
that you probably never want to speak to
me again, but I don’t think that would be
good for either of us. Please meet me at
the Zirique Mexican Restaurant on 5th street
so we can just talk about all this. And
afterwards, if you still don’t ever want to
see me again, I’ll take all my things and
leave. But please don’t give up on us
without trying. I am so sorry Zac…I hope
you can find it in your heart to forgive me,
I love you more than life itself. Please,
just meet me tonight at 7:20, I’ll be waiting.
But if you don’t show up, I’ll understand.
I glanced at the clock. 6:45. I wondered if I
should go. Part of me said that I should forget
about it all, and just get her out of my life
as fast as possible. But I also had my choice
of words to say to her. I had a lot to get off
of my chest after all she had put me
through today. I slipped my shoes on and
put on my jacket, heading for the hotel
“I’ll be back, there’s something I gotta take
care of,” I explained, and with that, I let the
door shut behind me. I wasn’t even sure
where 5th street was, but by God I was gonna
find it. After looking for about 20 minutes,
I finally stopped to ask for directions. I slipped
inside a pool hall and asked the bartender
if he knew.
“Oh, yeah, just turn the corner, go two blocks
and turn left, you can’t miss it.” He answered
happily. I smiled, thanking him, and took off
again. He was right, you couldn’t miss it. It
was pretty easy to find after a while. I felt
kind of stupid for having to ask where it was.
Finally I saw the restaurant. My watch said
7:30. Shit. Hopefully she was still there.
I stepped in, looking around. Suddenly
someone bumped into me.
“Sorry – Zac? You came!” it was Kate.
“Sit.” We slid into a nearby booth.
“I was just leaving…I didn’t think you would
show up,” she cried. I could hear the hopefulness
in her voice. Did she really think everything
was going to just go back to normal?
“Listen, Kate. I didn’t come here to beg you
to stay. I know you’re sorry but…you really
put me through a lot. I don’t even know
what to say to you. How could you do that
to me?” I breathed. She looked down
and there was silence for a few minutes.
Finally she spoke up.
“I know, it’s just…I knew something was wrong,
and I just couldn’t lose you. So I thought that…
if I pretended to be pregnant, you’d marry
me, and then…you wouldn’t leave me,
I just…I don’t know, I did it because…I love
you, Zac!” Tears escaped her watery eyes
and dropped into her dark, flowing hair.
I sighed. Maybe coming there was a mistake.
“Kate, that doesn’t excuse it…I don’t think
we should see each other for a while…
I think we need some space.” I declared.
The tears fell faster and faster out of her
“No, Zac, I’m sorry! Please! Don’t leave me!”
she sobbed. Everyone in the room seemed
to have all attention towards us. What, they’d
never seen a break up before?
“I think you should go back to the U.S., Kate,”
I decided. She was practically bawling by
now. She jumped out of her seat and
screamed, “I will never forgive you for this,
Zachary Hanson! You’ll be sorry you ever
gave me up!” And before I knew it, she
had flown out of the door, running as fast
as she could (which wasn’t particularly
fast, as I’ve mentioned before). As I
watched her leave, I hoped I’d made
the right choice.