Benji took a deep breath as he saw Ella enter the small café. She spotted him and slowly walked to the booth he was sitting. She sat across from him and clasped her hands.

"Hey." He said.

"Hello." She coldly greeted, her eyes a darker shade of brown.

Benji winced at her harshness, but he had deserved it. "Could we talk?"

"What do we have to talk about?"

"Us."

"Oh, there's an 'us'? I would have never known, Benji, if you didn't sleep with that girl."

"I know. . ."

"Oh? You know? So then you know how humiliated I was when people I didn't know came up to me and said, 'it'll be okay.' Or you know how embarrassed I was when my peers came up to me and asked if what they saw was really you and if we were dating at the time when the pictures were published. I mean, gosh, Benj, people were telling me to dump you from the beginning because you were an 'outsider who will never commit to one girl', but I didn't because I thought you were different from the stereotype." Ella choked back the tears. "I didn't care what other people thought about us because I knew the real you, not the persona that you showed to the world."

Benji felt his bottom lip quiver. "I'll admit that I did kiss that girl and we were about to have sex, but we didn't. I stopped myself because you came into my mind. It was wrong, I know, but I was so lonely and this girl came out of nowhere and offered herself to me and I couldn't resist."

"You were lonely? How many girls have you been while I was gone because you were lonely? One? Or maybe four? Or forty? I trusted you, I trusted you to not to do anything dumb. How do I know you're telling me the truth right now? Or if you were ever telling me the truth before? How can I believe anything you say?"

"I don't expect you to forgive me, but I want you to know that I am telling you the truth now." He whispered, bowing his head.

"I can't believe anything because our trust has been broken. Truth and trust go together and when either one gets broken, it doesn't matter anymore." She leaned back in her seat and sighed. "I don't think it'll work."

Benji shot his head up. "What?"

"I think we just need to take a break from each for a while."

"A break? No, we don't need to; we just need to work it out. Please, baby, give me more chance." He tried to grab her hands, but she pulled away.

Ella sniffed and shook her head. "Look, both you and I, we live in a world that's different from people who aren't famous. We have more access to money, fame and temptations. People are always constantly throwing themselves at us and pulling us in hundreds of different directions, wanting us to do what they want."

"Please stay. Don't you know that you've changed me? You made me into this man that I thought I couldn't be."

"If I changed you, then why are you still doing your old ways?"

Benji covered his eyes, so that Ella couldn't see the tears that were falling. "Like you said, it was a temptation, but I didn't go through with it."

"Everybody has temptations, but the thing with them is, it's up to you whether to take them or not and you decided to take it. It doesn't matter if you went through it or not, you took the temptation." Ella watched as a lone tear escaped from his eyes and rolled down. She raised her hand to wipe the tear away and Benji removed his hands and grasped onto hers and stared into Ella's eyes.

"A chance, that's all I ask."

She looked into his tearful eyes. "If I give you this one chance, will I have to give out more chances in the future?"

"No, because all I need is this one chance. I love you and let me prove it to you with this chance."

Ella let out a small cry. "You love me?"

Benji nodded. "So much." He kissed her knuckles.

She pulled her hand away from him as if she was burned. "Are you telling me that you love me, so I would take you back?"

"No!" he shouted. "I'm telling you that I love you because I do."

Ella stared at her lap. She touched the pendent of her necklace and sighed, then unclasped the jewelry from her neck. The gold chain puddle in her hand and she looked up to Benji, whose eyes were widened.

"What are you doing?" his voice hoarse. "Keep it."

She grabbed his hand and placed the necklace in his palm, closing it. She slid out from her seat, smoothing out the wrinkles on her skirt and bended down and kissed his tear-stained cheek. "Good bye, Benji." She quickly turned away and walked out of the café without a second glance. The tears that were hidden were now flowing freely down her cheeks.

Benji sat in his seat in shock. The cool metal chain burned against his feverish hand. He opened his palm and the small diamond gave a little glint before he placed his head against his arms and cried for the first time since his father had left him.