As suggested by my friend Applause2014, an optional stand-alone sequel to my other Katy Perry / Nawn oneshot, Unconditionally. Inspired by Katy Perry's The One That Got Away.

I don't own Total Drama. The One That Got Away belongs to Katy Perry.

Her own reflection stared back at her from the polished glass of the bookshop's front window as she read the board that had been posted in the display case. In the centre was his latest novel, and a sign advertising his presence at the bookstore. With a deep breath, she stepped forward and grabbed the worn bronze-coloured handle and pulled the door open, a pleasant little bell announcing her entrance.

Making her way over to the nearest shelf, she ran her finger over the smooth spines of the novels that lined the ledge. Some were matte, some laminated and some even had raised text. She paused, an ache in her heart as she remembered when they'd gone to the bookstore together, and he'd done that at every shelf.

She'd picked up that habit from him.

One could sense the life of the story, he'd joked, his signature smirk as he half-mocked her beliefs and half-mocked himself at the same time. She didn't mind. He had his own opinions and she respected them. And it said a lot about his feelings for her that he would willingly mock himself as well when he mocked her.

Finding the one she wanted, she pulled it down from the shelf and turned it over repeatedly in her hands. Running her hand over the smooth cover, she smiled, knowing that he'd chosen his favourite feel for the cover of his book. Matte. She liked that too, it was rougher than laminated, but smoother at the same time, because one's fingers didn't stick and slide against the cover while reading.

Her heart still aching, she flipped through the book to page one-eighty-seven, the start of her favourite scene, a smile on her lips for a moment.

She'd read the book twice since he'd released it last month, and already she'd committed the page numbers of all her favourite scenes to heart. She already had one copy, she didn't need another. But having him sign it was something that she desperately wanted to have. He would see her and know that her feelings for him were as strong as they always had been.

But when she finally turned to the table where he was set up, she saw his beautiful agent sitting beside him with her feet twined around one of his under the table and she froze in place. The line-up wasn't very long, but suddenly Dawn didn't feel like waiting any more.

As she made to turn away, he happened to glance in her direction. His mouth momentarily agape with surprise, she held his gaze for a few seconds, but tears soon began welling up in her eyes and she whirled around, placing his newest novel back on the shelf. And with that, she fled and didn't look back.

They said that if you loved something, you should set it free. It it came back to you, it meant that the thing loved you too.

So perhaps she'd been wrong. Perhaps Noah had never loved her at all.

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