A/N: A drabble I wrote a long time ago and recently rediscovered. Set at the end of season two.
I don't own any of the characters; I just like to play with dolls.
This is the end. This is the beginning.
They stand together, so close, yet so far. This is the end. She reaches for him but cannot touch him.
Tears flow freely down her cheeks as he tries desperately to contain his.
She says the words that have burned in her heart. He pauses; eyes locked with hers.
But their time is up. He fades away into nothingness.
Somewhere in the future, before a ball of flame, a blonde girl and a man in a leather coat stand together, close, but worlds apart in understanding. He stretches a hand to her and she takes it. This is the beginning.
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