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Summary: This is a one-shot and a song fic. It takes place after Andy dies, and Prue is visiting his grave. It's Prue's memories, thoughts and feelings.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Song: "I love you" – Sarah Mclachlan

I have a smile

Stretched from ear to ear

See you walking down the road

Prue entered the cemetery. It was a sunny day, hardly a cloud in the sky. Despite the beautiful day, the graveyard was quiet and eerie. She made her way through the rows of graves to Andy's tombstone. It read:

Here lies Andy Trudeau

Beloved friend and co-worker

1971-1999

R.I.P

Prue placed a bouquet of flowers on Andy's grave. She sat on the ground and began to talk to him.

"Do you remember when we used to make excuses to get out of our houses and meet at the park? And how I used to sneak you into the house? You know, I found out that Phoebe used to eavesdrop on us when I brought you up to my room," she said, allowing herself a brief smile at the memories.

We meet at the lights

I stare for a while

The world around us disappears

It's just you and me

On my island of hope

A breath between us could be miles

Let me surround you

A sea to your shore

Let me be the calm you seek

"And then we found each other again… And we got back together… And it was perfect-" she broke off. Her nose stung. There was a lump in her throat and tears began to fall. Sadness welled inside of her.

But every time I'm close to you

There's too much I can't say

And you just walk away

And I forgot

To tell you I love you

And the night's too long

I'm cold here

Without you

I grieve in my condition

For I cannot find the words to say

I need you so

"I wanted to tell you about my power. I really did. I wanted to tell you everything. About all of us. But… I couldn't. It was too dangerous. And that broke us apart…" she trailed off.

A pause.

Then she burst, "Why did that stupid reporter have to find out? If he hadn't told you about my power, you wouldn't have died! And if you had just listened to me and stayed outside, then you would still be here!" Anger swelled.

Prue snatched a flower from the earth surrounding Andy's grave and tore at it viciously.

Oh and every time

I'm close to you

There's too much I can't say

And you just walk away

And I forgot

To tell you

I love you

And the night's too long

I'm cold here

Without you

"I'm sorry… It's not your fault. Any of it." Sorrow and regret replaced the anger.

"I wish you were here again. You said it was your destiny, though, to die…"

I grieve in my condition

For I cannot find the words to say

I need you so

Prue got up and walked away.