Heather sat down next to her date, Garrett. They were at a tiny restaurant called Claude's, and this wasn't their first, nor was it to be intended to be their last, date.
Just as the two got cozy, a man walked through the door, then almost ran to Heather.
"Taylor! What are you doing here?" Heather stood up quickly, her hands behind her back.
"I'm looking for you, what do you think?" Taylor yelled, resisting the urge to reach out and shake his girlfriend.
"Listen, Taylor, this isn't what it seems…" Heather began.
"Then what is it?" Taylor challenged. Garrett leaned back in his chair. He was half the size of Taylor, and Taylor could easily outrun him.
"It's…" Heather started, then Garrett cut in.
"Taylor, listen, it wasn't meant to be a date. It's just a friendly dinner between two friends."
"Then do me a favor." Taylor said, his face turning red in anger. "Why did Heather tell me that she had to study, of all things?"
"We were supposed to study together…" Garrett mumbled.
Study my ___!" Taylor screamed. People started turning around to look at tem, and Heather dragged the two feuding men out.
"Taylor, you listen. I'm sorry. It's my fault not Garrett's, I didn't tell him I had a boyfriend until we were a little bit more involved." Heather confessed. "Blame this on me, not him,"
Taylor studied her face for a moment. "Fine. We're through." Taylor spun around quickly and walked away. Heather felt tears stinging in her eyes, but she was determined to hold them back.
A few days later, the phone was ringing at the Hanson's household.
"Hello?" Taylor answered.
"Taylor?" a familiar voice asked on the other line.
"What do you want, Heather?" Taylor groaned, a look of disgust on his face.
"I want to say I'm sorry, and that I think we could work things out."
"Garrett dumped you." Taylor predicted. He heard a small sigh on the other end. "He did, didn't he? If you think that you can come crawling back to me, after what you put me through, then you're wrong I haven't slept for 48 hours! I cared about you, Heather, but I guess I was just another boy toy of yours, huh? You know what? I'm sick of your stupid games! Good bye and Good riddance!" Taylor slammed down the phone, and he was breathing hard.
"That should teach you…" he mumbled.
Days later, Taylor picked up the newspaper, turning to a random page, then he saw a picture of Heather.
"Teen murdered…" Taylor read. He dropped the newspaper, unable to move.
"She died?" he whispered. He picked the paper back up, quickly scanning the article.
"28 year old… Drowned… Yesterday… Oh God…" Taylor craddled his head in his hands, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Later, at Heather's funeral, he stood in the back during the services, his blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail with sunglasses on.
"Goodbye, Heather. See you in Heaven." Taylor muttered, then he walked out the gates of the cemetery.