A/N: What's up readers? This fic was written specifically for a challenge that A Bird of Many Flavours and I did. We've both written a story with the pairing of Ciana and the prompts trying, star and Escobar. So go ahead and jump over to his profile to take a look if you want to see it. If you read them both, PM us your thoughts!

And also, just review mine anyways, cause I'm way cooler than him. ;)

You screwed me over and knocked me up.

You turned my whole damn life upside down.

Admittedly, I did only spend 4 months pregnant, but the extra 5 months would have been nothing if only my daughter hadn't been plotting our demise.

So, to put it gently, you put me through four months of hell, Caine.

And then some.

How do you think I felt when you died?

Here's a hint: I cried.

Yes, Caine, I cried. It was probably one of the first times I'd felt so alone.

But I felt so alive.

In that moment, I was upset, sure. But I knew that soon it would all be over.

And that feeling overwhelmed me.

And for a moment, I forgot about everyone but me. It felt so good.

For a moment, I didn't have to worry about trying to get out, if we would ever get out, because the FAYZ Wall was breaking and producing shocks of electricity and all of a sudden it was all coming down. Sam was running back in, idiot he is. Escobar was trying to hold Astrid back, tears running down her face as he finally got her to follow him out. Kids were running out, crying, and hugging their parents.

And you were dead.

I don't know if I'm happy, or if I should be mad at you.

My reasons to be happy:

I'm actually living outside the FAYZ, something I thought I would never do since the barrier went up.

My reasons to be mad:

You're gone. And for a long time in the FAYZ, you were the reason I wanted to stay alive. To get out.

But not to get out of it alone.

I wanted to be with you.

But you obviously had another plan.

One you didn't tell me about until the damn last moment.

I suppose you told me at the best time.

I would've tried to stop you if I had found out any sooner.

But let's face it.

You're pretty stupid, Caine.

You probably didn't even realize what you were planning to do until you told me.

And then, it was too late.

So I really don't know what I should be feeling right now.

Mad?

Happy?

Sad?

Vengeful?

Regretful?

I'm still trying to comprehend everything that happened.

Anyway, I'm staring up at the stars right now, thinking about you.

So, let's face it, I'll probably never forget you.

No matter how damn hard I try.

I don't know how to let you.