Stolen Chances

Heh, this is just my short story here.
"One more thing." 
The door clicks open. 
"One more thing." 
Footsteps in the foyer.
My back's to him, but I know it's my ex-boyfriend. Marc, who cheated on me while we were dating. I broke up with him the night I found out.
"What is it?" I ask, my voice cold. 
Behind me. The sound of a voice. 
"I...just...one more thing." 
"Didn't I tell you we were done?" My own voice sounds dark to my ears. 
"Jess, look," he pleads. "I know what I did was wrong. I know we didn't work out. But...can we please try again?" 
"Never," I say. "You had your chance. And you lost it." 
"Please," he says. "Just one more thing."
I freeze. Those words. So many times. 
So many chances.
And the memories tumble back with a full force. 
Jess. 
Yeah, Dad?
I know you're having a tough time.
I...I know.
But remember that your mother and I are always there for you, whether you need to talk or if you just want a shoulder to cry on. I know that the breakup was hard for you, but we're here for you. I love you, Jess.
Right back at you, Dad.
Me you more, my daughter. Oh, and one more thing.
I know.
Don't ever forget yourself. You're a wonderful person. You don't need anyone to tell you that you're not special, because you are.
"I don't want to hear it."
"Jess...just give me a chance," he begs. "She was a fling. A moment. She isn't what I'm looking for. You are. You're special, Jess. I promise I'll stay this time, please." 
Don't ever forget yourself. You're a wonderful person. You don't need anyone to tell you that you're not special, because you are.
"No," I say. "You had your chance, and you took it. You broke it like you'd never before. Now get out of my house before I make you." 
The sound of footsteps. Shuffled to the door, every inch disappearing out the door. 
"I'm sorry we never worked out, Jess," Marc says. Just before he leaves. "But I don't regret you. I never will. And I hope that one day, you'll feel that too."
But I don't answer. 
"One more thing." 
The door clicks shut.
"One more thing." 
Footsteps on the sidewalk. 
And then he's gone, and I'm here, and there's no going back now.
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