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So, I don't watch TNA/Impact, but I didn't want to turn down your request because I have seen a few Trevor Lee matches. This is why there won't be any wrestling in this book.

I am so so so sorry that it took me way too long to write this.  I actually found this one easier to write than the one before this, but I had to write that one first aha. I do hope you like this though. :)

The One That Got Away - Katy Perry

I laughed as I watched TJ run ahead of me, fully expecting me to chase him down the trail ahead of us.

"Honey, Mama's tired," I told him, and he stopped. "Let's go to the playground, okay?"

"Okay." He nodded, and we both walked over there together.

One of his friends must have been here, because he walked straight over to one of the kids nearby, and the two of them disappeared past the slide together. I sat down on one of the benches.

The local park here in Cameron was beautiful. I loved to walk the trails, while TJ loved the playground.

In the distance, a group of guys tossed around a football. Meanwhile, kids ran past me as they raced each other to the swings or to the top of the slide.

I watched as TJ played on the monkey bars.

"Onika?"

I heard my name from somewhere, possibly the group of guys playing football. It took me a minute, but once I recognized the voice, my heart dropped.

Sure enough, one of the guys left the group and began making his way toward me. As he got closer, I could make out his face, and sure enough, it was him.

"Trevor?"

"Hey!" He greeted me. He stopped in front of me. It seemed like he wanted to hug me, or shake my hand, or do something, but he decided on doing nothing instead. "Are you home for Thanksgiving, too?"

"I live here," I told him.

"Oh."

I glanced over at TJ, who was now on the swings.

I sat on one of the swings. It was nighttime. Trevor was pushing me on the swing.

Suddenly, he grabbed one of the chains, stopping me dead in my tracks.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, but I couldn't help but laugh. I was so happy.

He leaned down and kissed me, and my hands left the chains on the swing and found their way to his face as I kissed him back.

I blinked, and it wasn't me and Trevor. It was still TJ.

I looked back at the man in front of me.

"So, uh..." He trailed off. "What are you doing here? At the park, I mean."

"I needed to get my son out of the house," I replied.

"Oh. Are you...?" He trailed off, but I knew what he was trying to ask.

"No, it's just me and him," I told him.

It should be me, you, and him, but you left, I thought, but I didn't want to say it out loud. He probably doesn't even remember us dating, or how much we loved each other, or anything.

I want to hit him, and I also want to start crying, but I also want to just grab TJ and go home. It took me years to get over Trevor, to finally convince myself that I didn't need him, that TJ didn't need him. I'm the one who let him leave, who didn't try to stop him. I never thought I'd see him again. I thought it would be easy to finally forget about him, to put the past behind me.

Apparently, it's not.

"Well, I'm in town for the rest of the week, if you want to just... catch up or something," He offered.

"Yeah, sure, that'd be fun," I lied. "I'm really busy this week, though, because of the holiday. We'll just have to see." That part wasn't a lie.

"No, I get it." He nodded. He looked back at the group of guys he was with, who were no longer tossing the ball, and were now waiting for him. "Well, I've got to go. Hopefully, I see you around, Nika."

And with that, he walked away.

I tried reminding myself that Trevor was the one that got away, as cliche as it sounds. He left, I didn't try stopping him, and he didn't bother coming back or checking in on me or anything. He just left.

I was startled out of my daze by TJ tugging on the bottom of my shirt. I looked down at him.

"Can we go home now?" He asked.

I thanked God every day that TJ resembled me and not his daddy.

I glanced over to see Trevor playing football again, unaware and oblivious to how he left me in pieces that I had taken so long to put together again.

"Yeah, buddy. Let's go."

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"In another life, I would be you girl. We keep all our promises, be us against the world. In another life, I would make you stay, so I don't have to say you were the one that got away."