So I sat on my bed. Tears rolling down from my green eyes. My I-pod was on with the ear buds plugged into my ears. I rarely even heard heard what song was playing. Grandpa Max, in his grief, gave a report to the plumbers, while I sat on my bed in the RV. The entire day flashed before my eyes.

We were being chased down by something. It was bent on getting his blood. Because it had dormant anodite genes in it... They were going to use him as a weapon. Through a part of town, to the woods. I decided to go to the window to look at the sky. And started counting like he told me to. I'd been having dreams, no, nightmares about Ben. They never ended well to put it lightly. They got worse when I finally saw him again. Little did I know... That I had little time with him than I thought.

Hide the key cos Im coming over to

Settle the score

Whoa oh whoa

Don't forget how well I know you

Stop asking Keep dancing. You dont stand a chance girl, youll fall apart; stop talkin hands girl, youll have to start over, and over agaaaiiin

His favorite song. He always told me about it, but I never heard him. Back then I made believe that he annoyed me to no end. That might be on of the things I regret most.

It was, as with the earlier car crash, over within the course of a moment. There was the sound of my heart beating my ribs. He watched the bounty hunter aim a gun right at me, his best friend, his lover…. Next thing I knew, he came running towards it, whatever it way he screamed as he dove forward, throwing all of his weight at the damaged and grounded craft was not important. Nor was the way that Grandpa cried out as well. No. The only important part was that the I was safe, and it was with that relief-granting, peaceful thought that I knew he would have, Ben plunged, along with the alien craft and the Omnitrix, down into the countless-feet deep ravine.

"BEN!"

I screamed, my eyes wide as I collapsed down to my knees, breath seeming to have left my lungs as I slowly peered down over the edge of the cliff, just in time to see the large ball of fire that followed the robot craft slamming down into the ground below, ensuring at once that both, gratefully, the alien craft was destroyed--gone forever, for good--and that Ben, tragically, heart-wrenchingly, heartbreakingly for me--was gone, too.

"You stupid dweeb, you never ever thought of me. Repercussions meant nothing to you. You always had to be the hero!"

I yelled at his picture, grasping it in my hands. My tears pounded the frame, drenching the glass.

The sun was coming down, into a peaceful sleep. I hated it. At least it could come back. Looking at the orange horizon behind the trees my eyes dried up, not able to cry anymore.

"I doubt you of all people can run out of rational decisions or anything to do Gwen. You're the most resourceful person I know." I let out a shaky sigh, looking up at the orange sky. "But what happens when I do Ben...?" I spoke to his picture. "Can you give me an idea, something that will past the time?"

As I felt my eyes closing themselves I held his picture tighter. I couldn't take it if he left me again... Even if it was his picture.

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I had fallen into a deep sleep. My heart wrenching at the loss of it's true love. My brain denying any fact that came to the conclusion that Ben had gone. My dreams, I had none. There was a whole in me. That could never be filled. All because of him. He had to be a hero, to save me. He didn't think, he just left. Tears started falling from my eyes once again to wake me up. As if to tell me to watch out for something.

"Why... why... Please come back..." My voice is so hoarse, and I can nearly see the sad aura coming from it so well. My window is open; I can feel the wind brushing gently on my face, caressing it to soothe me, but failing terribly. I try to go close it. As I do, I hear rustles in bushes nearby. A silhouette is outside. Grandpa still hasn't comeback, so it's probably just some person. I don't blame him. He's probably telling B- his parents. It hurts me to even think his name. Even more so to say it. Just another thing to break my heart...

I start to look outside again, my mind is so blank it's all I can possibly think to do. I miss him already... My heart does too. His eyes, his hair, his jokes, his smile... No!! I'm breaking myself again!! This isn't helping!! But, I can't help it, myself, or him. Maybe I should just keep the window open... Yeah, the wind should drown out my thoughts I should sit by it.

My legs hurt as I sit down, and I make an effort to cross my legs and stare at the night sky. Wow, the stars really hate me... They look exactly like him. Why do they have to remind me of what I lost?? What have I done to deserve that?! Sigh, wow, that whoever it is is back, but their just sitting there. On the grass, and looked up at the stars also. This is not what I need. I don't want to be near anyone right now! I want to yell at them and tell them to leave! I try to speak but, my throat is so dry from crying.

The moon is shining on them like a spotlight. I can finally see who this trespasser is. Wait... No... the tears... they're coming back... I see... something I can't explain...

Green eyes pointed towards my direction, my heart pace hastens. They're piercing my soul. I see a ripped and tattered jacket, and ash all over jagged torn jeans... A black t-shirt covers the torso that bleeds and shines in the moonlight and brown frizzled hair. I open my mouth to say something... but nothing is coming out.

"Hey." My eyes are widened, and my heart has nearly stopped. If my brain had eyes they would be bugged out, and I notice blood dripping from him, but he stood, staggering. That voice... it...can't be...

"Can't get rid of me that easy Gwen."

Ben.... He smiles at me...

My Ipod is still on. Repeat.

Baby you should put put put your heart where your mouth is

Put your heart where your mouth is now

Stop asking, keep dancing now

But that can't be him, I try to be my rational self because... That's all I really have now...

Because Ben Tennyson is dead and it's all a nightmare what I see right now. That's not him out there. He's dead. I saw it happen. This is just a nightmare. Please let me wake up... I'm still asleep! Just. Horrible terrible sleep that takes joy in making me see his beautiful green toxic eyes again. When I wake up... I'll be living a nightmare for the rest of my life, because I won't see them anymmore. I've been wrong before, and I can only hope to god that I'm really wrong now. It's possible. Right? Exactly.