Author: Liz
E-mail: [email protected]
Rating: PG-13
Category: M/L
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Song piece at the end is from Third Eye Blind's 'Slow Motion'.
Summary: Future fic. Liz is married to Kyle and works for the FBI. The aliens never came to Roswell, and there was never a shooting.
Distribution: Back parts can be found at Stories by Liz (Jessi's Page). As for putting them anywhere else, I think I'm gonna hold off for awhile.
Feedback: Pretty please :)
Author's Notes: Well, this is it guys. The end (of this part at least). The sequel might not be out for awhile..I'm pretty loaded up w/ work and stuff right now, and with my new series and Secrets. But it'll get written eventually (if you care :) Hope you enjoy! I've loved writing this fic, and I hope you've liked reading it. Thanks to everyone who sent feedback, and to those who read and didn't. I love y'all!
Subject: A1 (Part 20-The Conclusion)
She had packed only 3 bags.
They sat together on top of her bed, next to the note she had
written to Kyle. Max stood in the doorway, watching her as she
rifled through her drawers, checking for anything that she might
had forgotten.
"Do you think he'll try to find you?"
"No. He has too much pride for that. I think that he'll
probably be happy just to be rid of me."
"He's a bigger fool than I thought, then."
She stopped what she was doing and looked up at him, feeling the
tears resurfacing. Why did this feel like the end of everything?
Why couldn't she just remember that she would be with him again
one day?
Why did she suddenly feel like she was making a mistake?
"Don't beat yourself up, Liz. You're doing the right
thing."
Smiling, she scrubbed her eyes with her hands and then shut the
drawer. "I just keep forgetting."
"I know."
Looking around her bedroom, her gaze drifted to her wedding
picture. They looked so happy, holding hands and kissing. She
wondered if she had really ever believed that she was truly
happy. She had never known what happy was until she'd met Max.
Sighing, she walked over to her bed and hoisted two of the bags
on her shoulder, picking the other up.
"Let me get those."
"No, I can…"
He ignored her protests, taking the heavy bags from her as if
they weighed nothing at all.
"Thanks."
He led the way out of the room and down the hallway, stopping
when they stood in the living room. "You got
everything?"
She nodded, looking again around the cozy room. This had been her
home for what now seemed like forever, and she would never see it
again. Why did giving things up have to hurt so much?
Turning to Max, she nodded. He reached back for her hand with his
free one, and together they walked out of the door.
He held his plane ticket tightly with both hands, grasping
onto the only thing that he had left to hold onto. Liz stood in
front of him, arms crossed across her chest, pushing back her
tears. This had, after all, been her decision. She had no right
to cry. "Are you going back to your old house?"
He thought of home, and of Isabel. "No. I'm not sure where
I'll go yet…I'll figure something out."
She nodded. "Take care of yourself, Max."
'Flight 38 for Los Angeles, California now boarding.'
She looked up at the gate number, blurry through the tears that
she couldn't hold back any longer.
"Please don't cry."
"I'm sorry…."
He gathered her up in his arms roughly, pulling her tightly
against him. She held onto him just as tightly, not knowing how
she would ever let him go. Not when she had just begun to hold
him.
"God, I love you, Max."
"I love you more. Never forget that."
"I won't."
He kissed her hair, and then her lips. She committed it to
memory--everything about that moment. The smell of him, the way
his strong arms felt around her, the salty taste of her tears as
they mixed with his and fell onto their lips. The passion of his
kiss.
"Goodbye, Liz."
He pulled away quickly, knowing that if he didn't leave soon he
would never be able to. He studied her face carefully, then
closed his eyes just to be sure that he would never forget how
she looked right then. A small smile found its way to her lips,
and she blew him a kiss.
"Bye Max."
Turning, he walked the short distance to the entranceway. The
smiling flight attendant took his ticket from him, telling him to
have a nice flight. He didn't even hear her, though. All he could
hear was Liz's voice as she had told him goodbye. All he could
feel was his heart breaking.
And as he walked up the ramp, he didn't look back. If he looked
back, he could never walk away.
~*~
Slow motion, see me let go
We'll remember these days
Slow motion, see me let go
Of a life decayed
Slow Motion, see me let go
~*~
~*~ END ~*~