As Miles stood staring at Rachel's silhouette disappear into the dark of the night, he felt a bitterness encroaching in his gut telling him that he would not be as fortunate this third time, to see Rachel again, alive. He had made her promise to stay alive and vowed that he would find her no matter where she was. But in this day and age, with all that has happened, and is happening around them, he realized how unreasonable and how absurd such a request was. It was a miracle they were all still alive as it is.
He should have stopped her from leaving. Maybe that would give them the time they needed to reconcile and to heal. However he also knew Rachel, knew how strong-willed and determined she was, and that he would not have been able to stop her once she made up her mind.
Miles could not get the broken and fragmented look on Rachel's face out of his mind, as she turned that very last time to glance at Charlie and him before walking away with Aaron.
"How could this have happened to us these last 15, 20 years?" he asked himself. They were so happy together, once before, so full of hope and promise. Where did that all go? They had lost more than just power. They had lost a part of their humanity and their soul. Miles knew that Rachel had lived with lost and tragedy in her younger days, but when he first met her, that all seemed to be behind her. She was so full of life. In his mind he could still hear her laughter...