(Author's Note: This story takes place after everything went down in the anime/manga/show/whatever. So basically, they've stopped fighting each other over Mew/Blue Aqua, and the Cyniclons have their own planet. But Deep Blue didn't completely die – yes we know this is completely fictional, but check the title of the site: it's Not So deal with it, all you flamers!)
Prologue"Mark, why the heck are you packing up a suitcase?" I had come to Mark's house for a visit, and his mom had told me his was in his room. So I'd traipsed up the stairs only to find him packing up a suitcase.
"Zoey, it's too dangerous for me to stay here. I keep turning into Deep Blue, and I don't want to hurt you. Which is why I think it's for the best that we break up. At least, I don't think we can carry on a long-distance relationship where I'm going."
"But Mark! Why? Why now? And just… why?"
"I'm sick of waking up and not knowing if I hurt you, or if I killed you. I don't want to hurt anyone, so I'm going so far away from here. That way I can't ever hurt anyone again. I'm sorry, Zoey."
"It's okay. I'll miss you, Mark."
This doesn't hurt like I thought it would. I always thought that if I ever broke up with Mark, it would end in heartbreak. Does this mean he wasn't my true love?
"Where are you going?"
"I can't tell you. If I did, you might try to follow me."
Oddly enough, Mark, I'm not thinking of following you. I just want to know where you'll be, so I can make sure you're safe. You may not be my true love, as my heart keeps telling me, but you were my first love, and I'll never forget you. But if you want to keep it a secret, so be it.
"I guess this is really… the end."
"Don't say that, Zoey." He dropped his suitcase and put his arms on my shoulders. "If we're really meant to be, we'll meet again. And if we're not… well, then it's definitely for the best."
"I hope you're right," the part of me that was Mark's girlfriend felt complied to say. "About all of it."
"Well, now it's really time to say good-bye, Zoey. I have to go now, and you need to get out of my room."
"Oh! Well then, I guess we'd better both go." He walked me down the stairs, out the door, and back to the Café (more about that later). "Good-bye, Mark."
"Good-bye, Zoey. I hope I'll see you again."
I watched him go, until he was nothing but a shadow on the horizon. My first love, walking out of my life just like that. I stood there, watching the area he'd walked off into for a while, noticing one thing all too well – my lack of tears.
"Zoey, are you going to come inside and work, or are you going to stare at the mountains all day?"
"Coming, Corina!" I took one last long look at the direction Mark had walked off to, then headed inside.