Standing there, he felt a tidal wave of emotions wash over him. He had just lost something that he couldn't replace. He had lost her. It had been going so well, they had solved the mystery, they had over come the many dangerous tasks. They had fallen in love with each other. This could not be the way it all ended. With both of them in agony. He watched her, in black clothes, holding a bouquet of white roses. That was his funeral. She wasn't the one who had died. He was. And though all he had done to save the world, he was repaid with having to watch her go on with life but never be happy. Could this be any worse? He could sometimes make contact with her and that seemed to be the only time she was truly happy. She had loved him so much that she couldn't let it go. There was nothing left in her life except his ghost and his lost love. This was not what either of them deserved. Especially the way he died, he died trying to protect her on another one of their missions. He wanted to rub away every tear he saw stream down her face but he was stuck on one side, her on the other. And because of this he knows that his love did not go to waste. He was in love and so was she. They were meant for each other. Then one day, he was given the chance to came back to life, to love, to her. Without hesitation, he took it and came back. As he walked up the pathway to her house, a little red headed elf ran up the path, crying. As Artemis hug her close, she mumbled to him how much she loved him. And he bent down, telling her how he was very glad to be able to see and hold her close once again.
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