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Just One Night One Shot - Alternative Ending

Hey guys!

I've been meaning to upload To Love Again, but the next chapter is giving me some issues. So instead, I'm going to make you guys really sad. 

See, there's a little backstory to this. When I was writing Just One Night, you guys flipped your shit because you thought I'd killed Tay off. And when I was writing the next chapter, part of me was like "huh, you know, I could actually kill her right now... that's so weird!", so I started writing a little "teaser" to torture you guys. I didn't end up doing anything with it though, because I figured that was way too mean. I didn't even finish it, honestly. I wrote a paragraph before deciding to not make you suffer.

Then I found it again. And I've decided it's been enough time that I can officially torture you now. So here it is: the way Just One Night COULD have ended if I'd decided to be a bitch. Also, I hope you know that I made MYSELF tear up as I wrote this. It was... a lot harder than I thought it would be, honestly. I didn't think it would hurt me this much to write this, but... it really did. I didn't even cry this hard when I was writing the original, and that says a lot. Like, seriously guys. If you don't cry, it better be because either a) you never cry, or b) you're an emotionless robot. Either is acceptable, but I did NOT spend three hours crying over this so you could just sit there expressionless. Sorry.

So, uh... sorry again. Please don't hate me for how depressing this is, I just needed to write SOMETHING...

Just One Night – Alternate Ending

CAM'S POV

This couldn't be happening. Some small part of me refused to believe any of this was happening, but yet the reality of it was there in the back of my mind. I looked at myself in the mirror, hating how this was the reason I was wearing a tux. More specifically, the reason I was wearing a tux I'd originally been given for prom.

She couldn't be gone, could she? There was no way that our story ended like that. She couldn't have walked out of the house, gotten into a car accident, and left me forever, could she?

But yet here I was. I had cleaned up, mostly because my mom had insisted that Taylor wouldn't have wanted me to look like a slob.

The truth of it was that Taylor should have been here. Tay should be with me in my arms, flirting as we watched some lame-ass movie. She should be here as I let her lay her head on my chest, and I could tell her I loved her.

Instead I'd screwed it all up. Instead, I'd let her walk out the door.

Instead, she'd left me before I could tell her how much I loved her. Before she could tell me she'd gotten pregnant.

I hadn't cried again. Not since the hospital. I'd cried a lot at the hospital, I'll admit, but by the time my mom had driven me home, I couldn't even feel. It was like everything in me had shut down, deciding that the pain wasn't worth anything else. '

I couldn't help but blame it on me. It was my fault. I hadn't been careful enough with her. I'd trusted whatever pill she was on. Not only that, but I should have insisted on using protection. I should have helped her keep track of when we shouldn't have done anything. I could have picked up on how tired she'd been. I should have, could have, done so many things.

And not one of them would bring her back to me. I knew that. But I still couldn't stop wondering, couldn't stop imagining, how much different everything could have been if I'd just been more responsible.