I made my way through the office saying my last goodbyes, thankfully not running into Scott once. I held myself together pretty well earlier, but I don't think I could have done it again. I lugged the last of my stuff to my car and drove home.

When I got home, I notice I had a couple of new text message on my phone from Scott. I thought about just deleting them but read them anyway.

"Kate, I know you are leaving soon but I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am for everything I put you through in the past week. Can I at least see you again before you leave?" No, no, no, I thought.

"If you don't want to, I understand. But I just want to talk face to face. Please?" NO!

And the last one felt like a dagger to my heart.

"Kate, I love you so much more than you can possibly imagine right now. I hurt you and I hurt myself because you are my world. And I just want my world back." Fuck.

Maybe he should have thought about that before fucking someone else. I decided to simply write back: "I'm busy packing up my apartment." Maybe he'll get the hint and just leave me alone.

Almost instantly, my phone was buzzing again.

"Maybe I can help?" Nope, he doesn't get hints very well at all.

"No thanks." I replied back, and left my phone on the kitchen counter so I could get some packing done.

As I was starting to pack things up in my kitchen, I was startled when I heard knocking on my door. Looking through the peep hole, I saw Scott standing there. Great. He just doesn't know when to give up! I didn't want to answer hoping he would just leave, but he knew I was here.

"Yeah?" I said as I opened the door.

"I needed to talk to you." He said, looking like a lost puppy.

"What could you possibly have to say to me, Scott?" I said coldly, still standing in the doorway.

"Can I just please come in?" he asked, and I let him in after hesitating.

"Well, what do you need to tell me?" I asked, holding back any emotion that I was feeling at that moment.

"I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am for everything I did to you. Kate, I love you and I never meant to hurt you."

"So why did you do it?" I asked, tears threatening to fall.

"I don't know, I wasn't thinking." he answered. He wasn't thinking. Is that supposed to make me immediately forgive him?

"Scott, we had such a great relationship. I never thought you would ever do something like that to me. I loved you so much, and you broke my heart." I said, trying even harder not to let him see me cry.

"I'm sorry." he said, looking down.

"Somehow I find that hard to believe. I have a lot to do, so is there anything else you need to say?" I wanted to get him out of my apartment before I broke down.

"I love you. Can you please call me before you leave?" he pleaded.

"I don't know." I said opening the door, letting him out. And hopefully out of my life forever. I wasn't going to call him. After he was gone, I shut and locked the door. I slouched down to the floor, leaning on the wall next to the front door and let my emotions run. Tears began to flow down my face, and I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. I tried to make myself feel better, thinking he wasn't worth the tears. I will be in Pittsburgh in less than two weeks with a fresh start. I started to feel better and continued the dreaded packing.