The Last
By RavenWolf
Liz knew what Maria had come to say as soon as she saw her. She couldn't even cry at first. She felt empty. Pointless. Max was gone. Nothing else mattered. He was just gone.
She felt strange comforting her best friend, who was crying over her boyfriend more than Liz was. Liz could feel the deep hole in the bottom of her soul. It was an empty abyss. She could see herself teetering at the edge of despair. One tear was all it would take. That's it. And she would be falling, falling, falling. She was afraid that once she started, she would never stop crying.
Max was dead.
Part of her couldn't even accept that. Max couldn't be dead. It wasn't possible. Even thought her subconscious had warned her, she couldn't believe it. If she believed it, if she really thought about it, then it would be true. Max would really be dead. The love of her life would really be gone. And she didn't think she could bear that.
After Maria finished hugging her, she left. Liz didn't really know where, even though she had told her. Nothing was sinking in at all. Her mind was focused on the surreal fact that Max was gone. Maria had told her that he'd died heroically. It really didn't matter. Liz hadn't even been able to be there for his last breath. She didn't even know if he knew how much she loved him. She hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye, to say all the things she had wanted to. It was too late now.
She stared at the back of her hand. How many times she'd run that hand through his hair. She'd held his hand in hers more times than she could count. She held the hand close to her heart. Maybe then his essence could seep through and warm her cold and dead heart. She felt the tears brimming at the edge of her eyes.
Anything that Max had held or touched was now precious. She wanted to smell his scent again. She wanted to see his face again. Even just his room. Anything. She wanted to feel the essence of Max again.
Max, the man who had made her feel like more than a simple, small town girl.
Max, the alien king who had fallen in love with Liz Parker.
Maybe if she pretended that he wasn't really dead, then he wouldn't be. Maybe if she just imagined that he was still back in Roswell, waiting for her, then he really would be. She could barely even remember the last time she'd seen him. No, she could. She remembered telling him to stay away from her.
Then, she finally cried for the death of Max Evans.
By RavenWolf
Liz knew what Maria had come to say as soon as she saw her. She couldn't even cry at first. She felt empty. Pointless. Max was gone. Nothing else mattered. He was just gone.
She felt strange comforting her best friend, who was crying over her boyfriend more than Liz was. Liz could feel the deep hole in the bottom of her soul. It was an empty abyss. She could see herself teetering at the edge of despair. One tear was all it would take. That's it. And she would be falling, falling, falling. She was afraid that once she started, she would never stop crying.
Max was dead.
Part of her couldn't even accept that. Max couldn't be dead. It wasn't possible. Even thought her subconscious had warned her, she couldn't believe it. If she believed it, if she really thought about it, then it would be true. Max would really be dead. The love of her life would really be gone. And she didn't think she could bear that.
After Maria finished hugging her, she left. Liz didn't really know where, even though she had told her. Nothing was sinking in at all. Her mind was focused on the surreal fact that Max was gone. Maria had told her that he'd died heroically. It really didn't matter. Liz hadn't even been able to be there for his last breath. She didn't even know if he knew how much she loved him. She hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye, to say all the things she had wanted to. It was too late now.
She stared at the back of her hand. How many times she'd run that hand through his hair. She'd held his hand in hers more times than she could count. She held the hand close to her heart. Maybe then his essence could seep through and warm her cold and dead heart. She felt the tears brimming at the edge of her eyes.
Anything that Max had held or touched was now precious. She wanted to smell his scent again. She wanted to see his face again. Even just his room. Anything. She wanted to feel the essence of Max again.
Max, the man who had made her feel like more than a simple, small town girl.
Max, the alien king who had fallen in love with Liz Parker.
Maybe if she pretended that he wasn't really dead, then he wouldn't be. Maybe if she just imagined that he was still back in Roswell, waiting for her, then he really would be. She could barely even remember the last time she'd seen him. No, she could. She remembered telling him to stay away from her.
Then, she finally cried for the death of Max Evans.