A/N: Just this story I thought of. Also, why she's on a beach, i have no idea.
disclaimer: don't own his dark materials.
Lyra opened her eyes. She felt that something was calling her. Beckoning, ever so slowly. She started walking towards a cliff close to the water. Closer, it called. Faster, it said. Lyra speeded up. Until she reached the cliff. Then, she slowly began to climb. Lyra began to wonder if she was insane. If...she was going crazy. Once she was on the cliff, it began to rain. Very lightly, that she could barely feel it. Then all of a sudden. It came.
'Lyra' it whispered in her ear. Lyra jumped from shock. She was shivering slightly, partly because of the rain, and partly because of the spookiness of it all. 'Lyra' it called again. "Who are you?" Lyra said so quiet, that even she, could barely here. 'You promised to remember' it said sadly. It's voice sounded of everything at once. Sadness, disappointment, remorse, and others. But what really mattered was that it sounded pained. Hurt. All because of her.
"Roger?" she choked on the words that he couldn't here. "Roger?" she tried again, this time tentatively. 'Yes, it's me!' he said happily. It stopped raining and you could see the stars twinkling and shining brightly. The moon was bigger and brighter. The ocean, more calm. The sand, more soft. But what really made Lyra happy was that you could see Roger. Roger had his face screwed up in concentration. His body was still transparent. But, it began to take shape and it looked like he was still alive. "Hello," Roger said, with his crooked smile plastered on his face. "How are you doing that?" Lyra said amazed. "If I concentrate really hard, I can make myself life-like," he explained, "but soon, I won't be able to do it anymore. Only my voice will be here."
"That's great isn't it? It'll be just like old times," Lyra said even more excited. "Yeah," Roger said. He was looking at her in a way she couldn't understand...And then, all of a sudden, a tear slid off his cheek. He was missing his daemon, Lyra knew. She missed Pantailimon too. It made her feel empty. Like a shell with nothing in it. Just a body, without Pan. A living, thinking, breathing body. The only thing missing was her soul. Her daemon. Her very spirit of life. It was gone.
"I came to see you, because...," Roger then mumbled something unintelligible. "What's that?" Lyra demanded. "Because..." Roger mumbled again. Then, he took a deep breath, and said quickly, "I wanted to do this." And then, right then really fast, he kissed Lyra on the lips. Lyra didn't know what it was, but it felt good. And then, Roger began to fade. Just a little bit at a time. Again, they kissed for the longest time. But this time was different. This time, Lyra kissed him back. "Don't forget me. And when you die, look for me." He said, his voice sounding more distant with each word. Then he shouted, "I've always lovedy you Lyra!" And then, with a last effort, touched her cheek with his hand.
Lyra watched until he completely disappeared. "I love you too," she whispered, touching where his hand touched her cheek.
Tada! I just wrote this because I thought that Roger has always liked Lyra. :)
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