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Entry tags:
- angel: angel/cordy,
- angel: lorne,
- batman: bats/cats,
- big wolf on campus: snake,
- big wolf on campus: tommy/merton,
- charmed: cole/phoebe,
- dawson's creek: pacey/andie,
- gen x: skin/jubes,
- ouat: rumpel/belle,
- ouat: rumpel/lacey,
- tm7: chris/vin,
- walker: gage/syd,
- walker: walker,
- x-men: emma,
- x-men: scott/emma,
- xena: aphrodite,
- xena: xena/gabby
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He gazes down into her smiling face and beautiful, hazel eyes in the photograph to which he clings. He well remembers the moment this photo was taken. It was the first time she had smiled at him in LA, the first time her smile had been meant solely for him, not to flirt with him, not to get his attention, but because he had made her happy. He trembles inside, but his cold fingers are calm as he traces her arms. How he'd wanted to make her happy!
He blinks back tears as the sun comes up outside of his office. Everything in him yearns to throw open his curtains and let the sun bathe him, let it devour him, let it send him to dust so he can be with her at last. But there's a new evil moving in his city again. There's a new apocalypse building. He's still needed in this world.
"Hey, Angelcakes," Lorne calls, entering without knocking, "I've got that cinnamonyed blood for ya." He doesn't call him on the photo he holds. He doesn't speak of the angst rolling in the room, because they both know what's going to happen.
Angel won't walk into the sunlight. He'll survive another day and save the humans throughout another night, because it's what she'd want him to do. He'll stop the apocalypse and the one that follows it and the one after that, too. The world will live. Thanks to her.
The End
Regret was a word Chris was only too familiar with. He'd had a long list of regrets leading up to Sarah. Losing her and Adam topped that list, but it had only gotten longer after their murders. He'd come to think he would never feel anything again but loneliness, regret, and the desperate thirst to avenge their murders.
He killed some of the men who'd had a hand in their deaths. He killed any one who laughed about Sarah. Hell, he once killed a man just for looking at him wrong shortly after he'd buried his wife and son.
Regrets and blood flowed behind Chris Larabee in a river longer than the Nile and deep enough to drown the entire desert. Happiness was a thing of his past. He'd never feel it again, never know a moment's peace. All he lived for was killing every one who played any part at all in the murders of his family.
And then he met Vin Tanner. They formed a family of rough-shod men, and slowly, Chris began to feel again. Some of the darkness lifted from his heart, soul, and life, but the nightmare that he lived still seeps in too often, rattling his nerves, firing his gun, screaming through his dreams.
Vin looks down now as Chris moans and cusses in his sleep. He reaches out, stilling his kicking body with gentle but firm hands. "Easy, cowboy," he drawls, "easy. We'll kill 'em together." Chris relaxes against him for another night.
The End
He should turn his back on her. He should walk away. He knew what she wanted from the look in her eyes, and he knew what she desired was the very thing that could make Belle hate him again, was the very reason why she still feared him and why they had been seperated for so long even after she'd been returned to him.
Magic always came with a price. He knew that too well. Being with this woman would also come with a price, and it wasn't as though she was his Belle. She wore her body. She had her hair, her face, her voice, her smile, her touch . . . But she was not the woman he loved.
Still, he raised his cane. He moved forward, back into the darkness, back into the vile evilness from whence Belle had strove so hard to free him. She wasn't his Belle, but he couldn't ignore her. He couldn't deny her what she wanted. Because he loved her. Not her, he told himself yet again as he began to beat the poor, screaming man, but the woman who should be in her body. Still, Lacey was as close to Belle as he could get right now, and he would do whatever it took to keep her, even kill.
The End
Neither had intended to see each other. They had done their best to avoid one another. Both being in the wedding party, however, had made their eventual reunion inevitable. The grooms, their brothers, hadn't exactly helped, either, what with dancing with them and then switching partners so that they now found themselves dancing with one another to one of their old songs.
For a moment, it was as if nothing had changed. Andie hadn't gone to the asylum, or left Capeside. She hadn't slept with another man, and Pacey had never developed feelings for Joey. They were still together, still on that dock where they first danced, still moved by each other, still in love with one another.
Each felt like Heaven in the other's arms as they danced close and slow. When the song finished, however, Andie's apprehension returned, and she started pulling away even as another song from their teenage days started. Pacey refused to relinquish her hand and instead tugged her back into her arms. "Tell me," he whispered against her ear, his lips brushing her blonde hair, "you want to go, and I'll let you."
"Pacey . . . " Her voice trembled. She closed her eyes against the tears welling therein. She'd never wanted to go. She'd never wanted to leave him. She'd never stopped loving him.
"McPhee," he returned and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Our brothers finally got it right. Why can't we?"
Because you didn't believe me. Because you didn't forgive me. There were a million excuses on her tongue. Yet, none of them mattered now as Pacey swept her across the dance floor. She clung to him and swore, in that moment, to never let him go again.
The End
She smiled as She watched Her friends play in the fields more golden and lush than any they had ever traversed in their lifetimes. She tried not to think of their mortal spans even now. Their deaths had been so miserable. Xena had suffered great torments, such tragedies than the Goddess of Love could ever bring Herself to look upon, and Gabrielle had suffered away into nothingness after her love's death. She had tried to be strong, to carry Xena's legend to all the continents known to mankind at the time, but even her brave heart could not go on without love.
But that had been then, in their mortal lives. Aphrodite's friends still existed long after death. Now they knew no pain or suffering, She reflected as She watched Gabrielle topple Xena to the ground. The Warrior Princess had never been one to let any one best her, not even her lover, and soon had the bard squirming and laughing merrily underneath her.
Aphrodite grinned as She watched them kissing passionately. Neither woman would ever again know heartache. Only joy and love would fill them for the rest of eternity. The Love Goddess beamed and made another couple fall in love. Love was what She'd wanted for them all the time.
The End
Cordell flipped Sydney over his back, then came down on top of her, pinning her to the mat. Her brown eyes blazed up at him first in indignation, then in denial as he began to speak, and finally in fury. "Syd, you can't keep running from him. Everybody knows what happened between you two. You kissed him! But he loves you, Sydney. Everybody knows it."
Walker sighed as Syd cussed in Spanish. He moved, and she flipped instantly to her feet. "My personal life is my business," she growled, grabbing a towel, wiping it quickly over her sweaty face, and starting to head for the door.
He knew it wouldn't do any of them any good for him to follow her. He could force her back onto the floor and make her listen to him, but he couldn't make her listen to reason. He prepared to let her go, but she stopped in the doorway and looked back at him. His heart moved again as he witnessed the actual tears in her doelike, brown eyes.
"I know what you're trying to do, Walker. Thanks. But it's not that simple." She shook her head and left the precinct in a hurry.
Gage did love her, but sometimes the lines of love blurred. What if he didn't love her like he thought? What if she did kiss him again, even dated him, and then one day he woke up and realized that all his love he thought felt for her was only familial love, that he loved her like a sister and wanted another woman to be his actual lover?
She would be devastated, her heart broken. She would never be able to repair that damage, not like she finally had all the other times her heart had been broken and her spirit crushed. She couldn't let Gage in all the way. She couldn't let him know she really did love him. She couldn't risk ever losing him.
It wasn't until she was home, the world and Gage shut safely outside, that Syd finally let herself cry.
The End
Her muscles tensed as a shadow swept over her cowled head. It wasn't like the great, big Bat to slip up and let his presence be known before his attack, but then, she had already known he would come. She had known it from the moment she'd prowled back into Gotham.
She had known he would come, and she knew what would follow. He would try to stop her. He might even succeed, but not without some powerful sparring matches along the way. His body would be as hot, hard, and rigid against hers as it had ever been from the first moment she'd dared to steal something in "his" city. They would fight, but it would never stop there.
It might end in handcuffs this time, if he was lucky, but the final destination didn't much matter. It was the ride that would take them there of which she dreamed every night. It was that partner to whom she compared every other guy with whom she tangoed, on or off the battlefield.
Their bodies would slam together; their mouths would find a way to follow suit. They'd fight. They'd love. They'd fuck each other's brains out. But in the end, even if he didn't arrest her, even if she got away, they'd have to part again. Her heart'd break again.
She shouldn't have returned, should have stayed away. She's no glutton for punishment, never one to let her heart be broken. But she also knew he was worth it.
The End
Sometimes, he thinks he should have told them. He should have gone up to Mister Cassidy. "Listen, man. She had to do it," he should've told him. He should've stood up for his teacher when the whole world turned against her, but he couldn't bare the weight of everybody's accusing glances. He'd been there once before. Heck, he'd been there too many times before.
He couldn't stand for Jubilee to look at him the way she looked at Emma. He couldn't stand for his friends to know he was a killer who still sometimes saw no other way. Yet, wasn't Jubie's own Wolvy a killer? Hadn't he killed not too long ago?
But Emma had killed family. That made all the difference to his friends. That made her a monster in Sean's eyes, in Jubilee's, and in all the others'. They didn't understand she'd done what she'd done because she felt it was the only way to protect them. They didn't care that Adrienne had left her with no other choice. She had killed her own sister, and they didn't want anything else to do with her.
He followed Jubilee when she walked away. He followed them and tried not to think of Everett and how he'd looked when he'd been killed. He followed them and tried not to consider what would happen to Emma now. He tried not to see the devastation in her eyes, the heartbreak on her face. He followed them and never once stopped regretting it.
The End
Had he made the right decision? That questioned haunted Cole's human form from the moment he swallowed the Hollow. He had known, when he had taken it in, that he would not be able to withstand what it would do to him. He had known it would let the evilness in him win. He had known he would become a Demon again, although he hadn't realized that he would be corrupted so greatly that he would become the new Source.
He couldn't have known what the Seer had planned, but he had known that taking the Hollow into him would kill any chance he might have ever had to be happy with Phoebe. He had known, too, however, that the Charmed Ones could not defeat the Hollow. They could not win against an evil so great, not without his help and his sacrifice. He had done what he had to in order to make sure that they lived.
He reminded himself of that every time the evil in him touched his cherished Phoebe. He reminded himself she would have been dead if not for what he had given up to save her and her sisters. He reminded himself when his Demonic side hurt her, almost killed her, and made her cry that he was the only reason why they still breathed.
He held to those reminders throughout it all until the moment the Halliwells finally managed to vanquish him. In those final, fatal seconds, he watched his love. He watched the emotions warring in her deep, brown eyes. He witnessed the tears streaming down her face. He saw her live, and he knew, in that moment, that he had made the right decision. His sacrifice had been worthy, because she lived. He just wished she could have known how much he loved her.
The End
“Don’t think about it; if he doesn’t come, that’s it.” His words echo in his lab. His snake hisses as it crawls across the skull on his desk. He knows what his boy's thinking, and he doesn't like it one bit. The wolf isn't worth. He was never worth Merton's time. He wishes things could go back to being the way they were before Tommy Dawkins, when it had just been Merton and himself.
He hisses with anger, his tongue slithering out of his mouth, as he smells blood. Merton is cutting himself again. That's one thing he can say for Tommy: Merton hasn't done this since he came to him for help with his secret. He hasn't done it, because he kept hoping Tommy would love him.
The wolf should love him. He's been there for him through everything. It's Tommy, the snake thinks, who doesn't deserve Merton, not vice versa, no matter how much the little geek thinks otherwise.
Suddenly, his door's broken down. Tommy races to Merton, takes his hands into his. "What are you doing?" he growls, his eyes flashing yellow.
"I . . . " Merton trembles. "You came."
"Of course I came! You're not getting rid of me that easily! I love you, man!" As the boys hug and Tommy finally kisses Merton, his snake at last thinks that maybe having the wolf around isn't so bad, after all. Merton does need somebody else to love him, and as long as Tommy does and makes Merton, he'll accept him.
The End
There wasn't a moment in Emma's life that her past did not haunt her. The Hellions were with her every day as were Everett, Sean, and the other "ghosts" of Generation X in her memory. Adrienne was there, too, often times taunting her. She might have killed her, but what Adrienne had done to her life would last until Emma breathed her last breath.
She had marked her, caused her to give up everything she had worked so hard for, every one. She had caused her to lose the family Emma had thought she had at last built and to realize that they never were a family, after all. She had taken her beloved students from her just as surely as Selene had done before. The remaining members of Generation X had lived, and for that, Emma was grateful. Yet, in a way, their refusal to forgive her for saving their lives the only way she could sometimes hurt more than the Hellion's murders.
Every day, Emma wondered. Had she done the right thing? Had she made the right decision? Could there have been another way? Could she have somehow saved her children without killing her sister?
Every day, she wondered, and every night, Scott had the same answers for her as her doubts screamed through their telepathic links and throughout both of their very souls. "No," he said, "you couldn't have saved them any differently." And yet, still and always, until her last breath, Emma wondered.
The End
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He gazes down into her smiling face and beautiful, hazel eyes in the photograph to which he clings. He well remembers the moment this photo was taken. It was the first time she had smiled at him in LA, the first time her smile had been meant solely for him, not to flirt with him, not to get his attention, but because he had made her happy. He trembles inside, but his cold fingers are calm as he traces her arms. How he'd wanted to make her happy!
He blinks back tears as the sun comes up outside of his office. Everything in him yearns to throw open his curtains and let the sun bathe him, let it devour him, let it send him to dust so he can be with her at last. But there's a new evil moving in his city again. There's a new apocalypse building. He's still needed in this world.
"Hey, Angelcakes," Lorne calls, entering without knocking, "I've got that cinnamonyed blood for ya." He doesn't call him on the photo he holds. He doesn't speak of the angst rolling in the room, because they both know what's going to happen.
Angel won't walk into the sunlight. He'll survive another day and save the humans throughout another night, because it's what she'd want him to do. He'll stop the apocalypse and the one that follows it and the one after that, too. The world will live. Thanks to her.
The End
Regret was a word Chris was only too familiar with. He'd had a long list of regrets leading up to Sarah. Losing her and Adam topped that list, but it had only gotten longer after their murders. He'd come to think he would never feel anything again but loneliness, regret, and the desperate thirst to avenge their murders.
He killed some of the men who'd had a hand in their deaths. He killed any one who laughed about Sarah. Hell, he once killed a man just for looking at him wrong shortly after he'd buried his wife and son.
Regrets and blood flowed behind Chris Larabee in a river longer than the Nile and deep enough to drown the entire desert. Happiness was a thing of his past. He'd never feel it again, never know a moment's peace. All he lived for was killing every one who played any part at all in the murders of his family.
And then he met Vin Tanner. They formed a family of rough-shod men, and slowly, Chris began to feel again. Some of the darkness lifted from his heart, soul, and life, but the nightmare that he lived still seeps in too often, rattling his nerves, firing his gun, screaming through his dreams.
Vin looks down now as Chris moans and cusses in his sleep. He reaches out, stilling his kicking body with gentle but firm hands. "Easy, cowboy," he drawls, "easy. We'll kill 'em together." Chris relaxes against him for another night.
The End
He should turn his back on her. He should walk away. He knew what she wanted from the look in her eyes, and he knew what she desired was the very thing that could make Belle hate him again, was the very reason why she still feared him and why they had been seperated for so long even after she'd been returned to him.
Magic always came with a price. He knew that too well. Being with this woman would also come with a price, and it wasn't as though she was his Belle. She wore her body. She had her hair, her face, her voice, her smile, her touch . . . But she was not the woman he loved.
Still, he raised his cane. He moved forward, back into the darkness, back into the vile evilness from whence Belle had strove so hard to free him. She wasn't his Belle, but he couldn't ignore her. He couldn't deny her what she wanted. Because he loved her. Not her, he told himself yet again as he began to beat the poor, screaming man, but the woman who should be in her body. Still, Lacey was as close to Belle as he could get right now, and he would do whatever it took to keep her, even kill.
The End
Neither had intended to see each other. They had done their best to avoid one another. Both being in the wedding party, however, had made their eventual reunion inevitable. The grooms, their brothers, hadn't exactly helped, either, what with dancing with them and then switching partners so that they now found themselves dancing with one another to one of their old songs.
For a moment, it was as if nothing had changed. Andie hadn't gone to the asylum, or left Capeside. She hadn't slept with another man, and Pacey had never developed feelings for Joey. They were still together, still on that dock where they first danced, still moved by each other, still in love with one another.
Each felt like Heaven in the other's arms as they danced close and slow. When the song finished, however, Andie's apprehension returned, and she started pulling away even as another song from their teenage days started. Pacey refused to relinquish her hand and instead tugged her back into her arms. "Tell me," he whispered against her ear, his lips brushing her blonde hair, "you want to go, and I'll let you."
"Pacey . . . " Her voice trembled. She closed her eyes against the tears welling therein. She'd never wanted to go. She'd never wanted to leave him. She'd never stopped loving him.
"McPhee," he returned and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Our brothers finally got it right. Why can't we?"
Because you didn't believe me. Because you didn't forgive me. There were a million excuses on her tongue. Yet, none of them mattered now as Pacey swept her across the dance floor. She clung to him and swore, in that moment, to never let him go again.
The End
She smiled as She watched Her friends play in the fields more golden and lush than any they had ever traversed in their lifetimes. She tried not to think of their mortal spans even now. Their deaths had been so miserable. Xena had suffered great torments, such tragedies than the Goddess of Love could ever bring Herself to look upon, and Gabrielle had suffered away into nothingness after her love's death. She had tried to be strong, to carry Xena's legend to all the continents known to mankind at the time, but even her brave heart could not go on without love.
But that had been then, in their mortal lives. Aphrodite's friends still existed long after death. Now they knew no pain or suffering, She reflected as She watched Gabrielle topple Xena to the ground. The Warrior Princess had never been one to let any one best her, not even her lover, and soon had the bard squirming and laughing merrily underneath her.
Aphrodite grinned as She watched them kissing passionately. Neither woman would ever again know heartache. Only joy and love would fill them for the rest of eternity. The Love Goddess beamed and made another couple fall in love. Love was what She'd wanted for them all the time.
The End
Cordell flipped Sydney over his back, then came down on top of her, pinning her to the mat. Her brown eyes blazed up at him first in indignation, then in denial as he began to speak, and finally in fury. "Syd, you can't keep running from him. Everybody knows what happened between you two. You kissed him! But he loves you, Sydney. Everybody knows it."
Walker sighed as Syd cussed in Spanish. He moved, and she flipped instantly to her feet. "My personal life is my business," she growled, grabbing a towel, wiping it quickly over her sweaty face, and starting to head for the door.
He knew it wouldn't do any of them any good for him to follow her. He could force her back onto the floor and make her listen to him, but he couldn't make her listen to reason. He prepared to let her go, but she stopped in the doorway and looked back at him. His heart moved again as he witnessed the actual tears in her doelike, brown eyes.
"I know what you're trying to do, Walker. Thanks. But it's not that simple." She shook her head and left the precinct in a hurry.
Gage did love her, but sometimes the lines of love blurred. What if he didn't love her like he thought? What if she did kiss him again, even dated him, and then one day he woke up and realized that all his love he thought felt for her was only familial love, that he loved her like a sister and wanted another woman to be his actual lover?
She would be devastated, her heart broken. She would never be able to repair that damage, not like she finally had all the other times her heart had been broken and her spirit crushed. She couldn't let Gage in all the way. She couldn't let him know she really did love him. She couldn't risk ever losing him.
It wasn't until she was home, the world and Gage shut safely outside, that Syd finally let herself cry.
The End
Her muscles tensed as a shadow swept over her cowled head. It wasn't like the great, big Bat to slip up and let his presence be known before his attack, but then, she had already known he would come. She had known it from the moment she'd prowled back into Gotham.
She had known he would come, and she knew what would follow. He would try to stop her. He might even succeed, but not without some powerful sparring matches along the way. His body would be as hot, hard, and rigid against hers as it had ever been from the first moment she'd dared to steal something in "his" city. They would fight, but it would never stop there.
It might end in handcuffs this time, if he was lucky, but the final destination didn't much matter. It was the ride that would take them there of which she dreamed every night. It was that partner to whom she compared every other guy with whom she tangoed, on or off the battlefield.
Their bodies would slam together; their mouths would find a way to follow suit. They'd fight. They'd love. They'd fuck each other's brains out. But in the end, even if he didn't arrest her, even if she got away, they'd have to part again. Her heart'd break again.
She shouldn't have returned, should have stayed away. She's no glutton for punishment, never one to let her heart be broken. But she also knew he was worth it.
The End
Sometimes, he thinks he should have told them. He should have gone up to Mister Cassidy. "Listen, man. She had to do it," he should've told him. He should've stood up for his teacher when the whole world turned against her, but he couldn't bare the weight of everybody's accusing glances. He'd been there once before. Heck, he'd been there too many times before.
He couldn't stand for Jubilee to look at him the way she looked at Emma. He couldn't stand for his friends to know he was a killer who still sometimes saw no other way. Yet, wasn't Jubie's own Wolvy a killer? Hadn't he killed not too long ago?
But Emma had killed family. That made all the difference to his friends. That made her a monster in Sean's eyes, in Jubilee's, and in all the others'. They didn't understand she'd done what she'd done because she felt it was the only way to protect them. They didn't care that Adrienne had left her with no other choice. She had killed her own sister, and they didn't want anything else to do with her.
He followed Jubilee when she walked away. He followed them and tried not to think of Everett and how he'd looked when he'd been killed. He followed them and tried not to consider what would happen to Emma now. He tried not to see the devastation in her eyes, the heartbreak on her face. He followed them and never once stopped regretting it.
The End
Had he made the right decision? That questioned haunted Cole's human form from the moment he swallowed the Hollow. He had known, when he had taken it in, that he would not be able to withstand what it would do to him. He had known it would let the evilness in him win. He had known he would become a Demon again, although he hadn't realized that he would be corrupted so greatly that he would become the new Source.
He couldn't have known what the Seer had planned, but he had known that taking the Hollow into him would kill any chance he might have ever had to be happy with Phoebe. He had known, too, however, that the Charmed Ones could not defeat the Hollow. They could not win against an evil so great, not without his help and his sacrifice. He had done what he had to in order to make sure that they lived.
He reminded himself of that every time the evil in him touched his cherished Phoebe. He reminded himself she would have been dead if not for what he had given up to save her and her sisters. He reminded himself when his Demonic side hurt her, almost killed her, and made her cry that he was the only reason why they still breathed.
He held to those reminders throughout it all until the moment the Halliwells finally managed to vanquish him. In those final, fatal seconds, he watched his love. He watched the emotions warring in her deep, brown eyes. He witnessed the tears streaming down her face. He saw her live, and he knew, in that moment, that he had made the right decision. His sacrifice had been worthy, because she lived. He just wished she could have known how much he loved her.
The End
“Don’t think about it; if he doesn’t come, that’s it.” His words echo in his lab. His snake hisses as it crawls across the skull on his desk. He knows what his boy's thinking, and he doesn't like it one bit. The wolf isn't worth. He was never worth Merton's time. He wishes things could go back to being the way they were before Tommy Dawkins, when it had just been Merton and himself.
He hisses with anger, his tongue slithering out of his mouth, as he smells blood. Merton is cutting himself again. That's one thing he can say for Tommy: Merton hasn't done this since he came to him for help with his secret. He hasn't done it, because he kept hoping Tommy would love him.
The wolf should love him. He's been there for him through everything. It's Tommy, the snake thinks, who doesn't deserve Merton, not vice versa, no matter how much the little geek thinks otherwise.
Suddenly, his door's broken down. Tommy races to Merton, takes his hands into his. "What are you doing?" he growls, his eyes flashing yellow.
"I . . . " Merton trembles. "You came."
"Of course I came! You're not getting rid of me that easily! I love you, man!" As the boys hug and Tommy finally kisses Merton, his snake at last thinks that maybe having the wolf around isn't so bad, after all. Merton does need somebody else to love him, and as long as Tommy does and makes Merton, he'll accept him.
The End
There wasn't a moment in Emma's life that her past did not haunt her. The Hellions were with her every day as were Everett, Sean, and the other "ghosts" of Generation X in her memory. Adrienne was there, too, often times taunting her. She might have killed her, but what Adrienne had done to her life would last until Emma breathed her last breath.
She had marked her, caused her to give up everything she had worked so hard for, every one. She had caused her to lose the family Emma had thought she had at last built and to realize that they never were a family, after all. She had taken her beloved students from her just as surely as Selene had done before. The remaining members of Generation X had lived, and for that, Emma was grateful. Yet, in a way, their refusal to forgive her for saving their lives the only way she could sometimes hurt more than the Hellion's murders.
Every day, Emma wondered. Had she done the right thing? Had she made the right decision? Could there have been another way? Could she have somehow saved her children without killing her sister?
Every day, she wondered, and every night, Scott had the same answers for her as her doubts screamed through their telepathic links and throughout both of their very souls. "No," he said, "you couldn't have saved them any differently." And yet, still and always, until her last breath, Emma wondered.
The End
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