I rapped determinedly on Macey's door.

She swung it open, and looked shocked to see me. Hastily, she did her best to fix her already-perfect hair and brush off her dress. As usual, she looked immaculate. But with my newfound revelation as of thirty minutes ago, her flawlessness meant nothing to me anymore. In fact, I realized, that infatuation had died soon after I met Cammie. It'd just taken me until now to see that.

"Macey, we need to talk," I said, striding into her loft.

"Oh, do we?" I heard her say smugly behind me. She no doubt thought I was back to grovel for her.

"We're done, Macey," I replied bluntly. "Whatever game we were trying to play, it's over. I know that you were trying to play me, and make me hurt as badly as you were hurting. And I probably was hurting that bad for a few months. But I now find out that this was all a game to you, and you never thought that it was a sick, twisted thing to do –"

"That bitch!" Macey screamed, interrupting me. "You were this close to groveling in front of me and she comes and ruins it! So you know what I'm going to do? I am going to ruin her!"

"No, you're not," I bellowed. "You know why you're not?"

Macey crossed her arms in front of me, glaring at me. Five months ago, that look would've brought me to my knees, but now it just fueled my anger at her pathetic little game.

"Because Tony Abrams is going into business with Goode Enterprises, and he's making me a business partner. He, Grant, and I will be running Abrams and Goode Inc., and no matter how big you think your daddy's company is, it will never – never – outcompete Abrams and Goode. Mr. Abrams is already worldwide, and GE is nationwide. McHenry Incorporated is a bug compared to our new merger. And your little squeaking about her is going to do nothing when I tell the world we're in a relationship. Nobody's going to listen to the McHenry's trash talk about a poor girl, when a much more reputable company's CEO says that girl is his girlfriend."

Macey screeched. "Girlfriend?!" Her voice kept rising in octaves until only a bat could hear what she said. "That little slut! And you! You were supposed to love me!" she wailed.

"I'm sorry, Macey," I replied softly. "I really am sorry I put you through the humiliation of being a business conquest. And I would have gladly gotten back together with you again a few months ago, but that crazy revenge plan of yours is absolutely unforgivable."

I actually sort of did feel bad for Macey McHenry. But the fact of the matter was that I no longer loved her.

I loved Cammie Morgan.

So I left Macey to her spluttering and walked out of her apartment. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, knowing I wasn't just closing a door; I was closing a chapter of my life. I took a deep breath and exhaled, feeling so relieved and free.

"I really am sorry," I murmured to the empty hallway.

And then I stuck my hands in my pockets and walked away.

I told her to meet me at her bar. I figured it might be a good place to put things where they belonged, seeing as how that was the place where it all started anyway. But I actually ended bumping into her on my way down Commonwealth Avenue.

"Cammie," I said, surprised.

I had been planning in my head what I was going to say, but I hadn't expected to see her so soon. I gaped like a fish out of water for a minute, scrambling to think of something intelligent to say.

"We're over," I blurted finally. Immediately I cringed, knowing how that sounded. "I mean, not us. Me and Macey. Macey and I are…over."

Cammie raised an eyebrow at me and hiked her purse higher over her shoulder. "I thought you loved her…?"

I shook my head vehemently. "No, I thought I did. I was clinging to the past, and what I was used to. I didn't want to let Macey go, because at one point, she really made me happy. And when I met you, I was having such a rough time with the company, and I really just wanted back the comfort she gave me. But Cammie, things changed when I met you."

She stood motionless in front of me. Pedestrian traffic wound around both of us, creating a whirlwind of movement, but all I could see was her in front of me. Her blond hair picked up in the wind and a few strands blew around her face. I resisted the itch to push them back behind her ear; I had to see what she thought first.

"Zach…" she began hesitantly. "I don't know…"

"What don't you know about?" I protested. "I don't know a lot of things, like how the weather's going to be tomorrow, or whether or not Bex and Grant will stay together. But I do know there was a reason that I met you in that bar all those weeks ago. We were put together on purpose. I don't believe in luck or fate, but if there ever was such a thing, that was it. The fact that we met is not incredible at all to me. It only feels like it was inevitable."

Something flickered in Cammie's eyes, and I would've given anything to know what it was.

"I like you, Zach. A lot. In fact, the reason I flipped out on you in front of Macey's house was because I was under the impression that you still loved her, and that knowledge made me feel like my heart had stopped beating. But…we can't," she protested, even though her eyes said something different. "You just broke up with Macey, and you're vulnerable and confused and – and…"

I cut her off with a kiss. A real one. Despite the whirlwind of people around us, there were no observers, no people to act for. All that existed in the world was the beautiful girl in front of me. She was warm, and alive, and mine, and –

She pushed me away gently, a heart-shattering look in her eyes.

"Are you sure?" she whispered, the hope in her voice causing it to crack.

"This is right," I answered, putting into words what I felt in my soul. I pulled her close again. "This is right. We're right."

Her hands wove through my hair, pulling me close. "I love you, too," she murmured quietly against my lips. And when she kissed me once more, it felt like everything in the universe was where it belonged.

Oh my god you guys. Oh my god. This is the end. This is it. Oh my god. I can't believe it's over…

Again, any suggestions for the next story POV are greatly appreciated.

Also, I might as well take the time to say this: Even though I am taking your suggestions now, do not count on me putting up a new story right away. I usually write when I'm inspired to, or when I'm excited. So for this story, I didn't get inspired until about a month after I decided to write about Zach. And then I started writing and got excited and finished writing, but that delay may also happen for the next story. My hope, though, is that I start the next one before July is over.

Of course, I will be posting on here one last time, just as an A/N to let you know what the next story is, and give you a link to it, just like I did for the Cammie Morgan edition. So all my followers, you should be getting another notification for this story before summer is over. And if you don't see an email by the end of July…I welcome you to come after me with pitchforks and light a fire under my butt.

So. Oh my god. We're done. Thank you so much to everybody who reviewed, favorited, and followed my story. It means so much to me that you guys care so much! I tried to reply to everybody that reviewed, but I had some guest reviews and some people disabled their PM systems, so I didn't get to everybody, and I'm really sorry if I couldn't reply. But just know I really appreciate all of your comments and support and oh my god.

This is it.

xoxo,
achi