A/N: sooo, not the biggest heath/zoey fan out there, but Burned made me appreciate their relationship and realize that they really were in love.
so this is set in Burned when heath is trying to leave the otherworld, but zoey wants him to stay. in this story, heath realizes on his own that leaving zoey is what's best for her, and stark isn't there yet.

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"No," I said, "I won't let you, you can't!"

"Zo, babe, I have to," Heath said, and he looked at me with his puppy dog eyes.

"But you can't!" I insisted.

"Zo, it's the only way to save the world, your friends," he stared deep into my eyes, "It's the only way to save yourself. I have to move on."

"Okay," I said, taking a deep breath, "Okay. But, do me just one favor?"
"Anything," he said.

"Hold me," I said, "Even though I know you're leaving, and show me all the reasons you would stay."

"Zo, I don't know if I'd be able to leave you," he said, looking like it was the only thing he wanted to do for the rest of his life.

"It's just enough to feel your breath on mine to warm my soul and ease my mind," I explained to him. "You've gotta hold me and show me now,"

I moved closer to him and grabbed his shirt, but not in a forceful way.

"Give me just one part of you to cling to, and keep me everywhere you are."

"Zo, you know I will," he said, holding onto my wrists that were still clinging to his shirt.

"It's just enough to steal my heart and run, then fade out with the falling sun," I said, looking him dead in the eyes.

That was when he wrapped his strong, football player arms around me.

"Oh, please don't go! Let me have you just one moment more," I wrapped my transparent, barely there arms around him, "Oh, all I need, all I want is just one moment more!"

"That's all I want too," Heath said, sounding as if he would start crying at any moment, "That's all I've ever wanted."

"You've gotta hold and keep me now," I whispered into his chest.

We sat down in the safe meadow in my goddess's world, right in front of each other.

"Tell me," I said, grabbing his hands, "How someday you'll be returning,"

"I will, babe, I'll come back for you," he said.

"And maybe," I said, looking away from him, "Maybe I'll believe."

"Look," he said, pointing up at the sky that had suddenly turned to the dark of night, "See that shooting star? Every time you see a shooting star, you'll know I'm never really far,"

"It's just enough to see a shooting star to know you're never really gone," I said to him, "Oh, please don't go! Let me have you just one moment more," At this point, I basically tackled him. I was practically crying, and what was left of me felt like it was being ripped until there was nothing left. "All I need," I said to him, "All I want is just one moment more,"

"Zo, what are you saying?" He asked.

"You've gotta hold me and maybe I'll believe," I said, and he knew what I was talking about.

It was there, in the Otherworld, that I made love with my Heath, the love of my life. You'd think that would make it harder for him to leave, but I think that's what made him decide it was the right thing to do. It was wonderful, but I wasn't fully there. I was still torn, and Heath could tell. He knew he'd be born again, and that he would be able to find me in his new life. I swore to wait for him.

When it was time for him to leave, I watched as my consort, no, my first real love, walked into the light of Nyx.

"So hold me," I said quietly to his disappearing silhouette, "Even though I know you're leaving."