Disclaimer: I do not own the story, but I pray that Jane Austen will find it in her heart to forgive me. I also do not own the chapter and story title, but I hope Billy Joel will also forgive me, but his lyrics are so beautiful.

Chapter 1

"If you say goodbye to me tonight"

His eyes were a beautiful green, filled with confusion and sorrow. Megan had to look away. She knew that if she looked into Drew's eyes for another second she'd give. She'd stop thinking straight and ruin the plan that she knew in her mind was right even if it hurt. Drew leaned back in his chair dazed by what had just happened. She couldn't stand it anymore, she looked back at him. "Drew, it's not that I don't...it's just that we're still in...I can't...I need to finish before I could..."

Drew just shook his head. Megan was silenced. He looked at her with pain in those amaingly brillant green eyes. "Megs, don't explain. You said yes and then you had time to think about. You second guessed your decision. You don't need to explain to me." He sounded tired of the conversation.

"Your mad at me. I know. I'm sorry. I really am." Megan felt like she was going to cry. She knew that this would be hard, but this wasn't just hard this was tearing her a part and she couldn't handle it. She had said yes without thinking it through. She knew that at the age of twenty she was too young to marry Andrew Wentworth. True, he was the love of her life, but she wanted to finish school and be settled in a good law firm before she even thought of marriage. Besides, her family hated the fact that she was dating Drew in the first place, and even though she hated her family she didn't want to be totally disconnected from them, especially not Aunt Heather. This was not the right time to be engaged and she knew it. Now, a few weeks after the night when he first proposed, Megan told him that she couldn't go through with it, she broke it off. She had thought it would lift a burden, but instead it made a heavier one. She wouldn't be able to live if he was mad at her. She knew that the relationship couldn't continue, but if he was mad at her...

"Megs, I'm not mad at you." Drew was still using his affectionate name for her. "I'm just frustrated that's all. I'm going to Havard in a week and this...well this wasn't what I was expecting." He sighed as he finished speaking.

Megan sat in silence. She didn't know what to say. He wasn't mad at her. At least not at this point in time. One day he would be, but not now. A wave of relief washed over her and for a brief, a very brief, moment her smiled to herself. "So your not mad?" she asked surpressing her joy.

"No, Megs. At the moment I'm not mad."

"At the moment?" Megan didn't like the sound of it. At the moment meant that at some point in the near future he would hate her. He would despise her and wish dead.

"Megan, do you think we can honestly go on being together after this. How can we be friends? I'm not mad now because I'm in shock, but I'll be mad later. Later, when I'm sitting in my room replaying everything that occured tonight. I'll be mad then Megan, but not now." He had stopped using his name for her. He was calling her by her full first name. It had been a year since he had done that. She didn't like the sound of it at all.

"I shouldn't be surprised." She whispered timidly, "I knew you would hate me for this."

"Hate you? You think I hate you?" Drew shook his head for the second time that night. "I don't hate you Megan. I couldn't hate you. I'm disappointed in you. You broke a promise that you made to me two weeks ago. I didn't think it would happen. I didn't think that your family had that much control over you." Here he paused as though thinking over something that was even more confusing and upsetting. Then he spoke again, quietly as though to himself, "I didn't think that you could be persuaded."