A/N: so.. how's everyone? im good. glad im writing again. i LOVE how this story is going, and find it almost too easy to write for iggy. sorry it's been so long, hope you enjoy it!

WARNING: there is some mild swearing in this one. you were warned.

disclaimer: i don't own MR or iggy, but i do own elizabeth.

Iggy's POV:

When I finally got home, Angel was sitting on the couch, watching T.V.

"How was your flight?" she asked, though she probably already know how it went.

"Good." I realized I was starving, as I had spent almost all day with Elizabeth.

My heart fluttered at her name.

Going over to the kitchen, I picked out an apple from the fruit basket. I bit into it as I sat down next to Angel. "How were things here?" I almost expected it almost to be chaotic, as seeing I did almost everything now.

"Fine. Max and Fang went on a walk, and I cleaned up my room, and Gazzy went to play with some friends he made."

She was so responsible, caring for everything while I was gone. I suddenly felt a lot of pride, knowing I had help make her that way.

"Aww! Thanks Iggy. I love you so much!" she leaned over and hugged me.

"I love you too Angel. And I'm so proud of you." I wrapped her in my arms. My little girl. "Here, let's go make those cookies."

I could almost feel her face light up. I realized that I wanted to keep her childhood as fun and relaxed as possible. That's the most I could do for her.

When I had turned blind, I remember I cried all the time. If Angel hadn't been here, I'd probably be dead. That or even more emotionless then Mr. Rock himself.

"Don't be so modest. You worked hard Iggy. I can only imagine how horrible it would be to go through that." Angel said, burring her face in my chest. "You're the strongest person I know. Max may think she has it hard, but your struggling even more then her."

"Thanks Angel. Again." I kissed the top of her head, and started stroking her hair. My mind started to wander...

And the flashes came back.

There was a beach, with the most beautiful sunset ever. To people stood on it, facing me I guess. Both female, one was short, pale, had freckles that dotted just her nose and cheek-bones, and deep red hair. Elizabeth. The other was a tiny bit taller, with long, slick, black hair. Both incredibly beautiful, both reaching out toward me. And I loved them both.

"Iggy!" called out the black haired girl.

"Iggy, come here!" cried Elizabeth.

I was torn between the two.

Then the normal flashes began. Children playing tag on a black-top. Parents kissing their child to sleep. A couple fighting. A homeless man on the street, starving to death, and no one once looked down on him to pity him. No one once gave him some money that they were going to spend on something of less importance. No one. No one.

The next thing I knew, Angel was leaning over me, an empty bucket in her hands. She was crying, screaming my name. I was on the ground, almost...

Wait. Angel was leaning over me.

I blinked.

She was still there.

"Angel..." I gasped, realizing I was all wet.

Her eyes widened. "Oh my god! Iggy!" And just before a smile was about to appear on her face, everything went black.

I blinked again.

Still black.

"Dammit!" I screamed, getting up from the floor, which I had fallen onto, and stormed outside again. "Dammit! Dammit! DAMMIT!" I screamed, punching a tree.

Blood appeared on my knuckles, and they became numb. With my back against the tree, I sunk to the ground.

And I cried.

And I cried.

I cried so hard, I couldn't breath.

I had seen. I had a taste of what it was like again. And it was all torn away from me. Again.

Again.

And Angel. She was so pretty. The perfect blonde curls around her face. And I'll never see her again.

Never.

Getting up, I ran straight into the woods. I tripped every five minutes. But I still ran. I ran and ran.

I ran away from everything. From Max and Fang, from stupid breakfast, from the horrid flashes, from the blackness.

From everything.

I ran till my legs were limp, and the number or bruises and cuts on my body were countless.

Then I fell.

And I stayed down, giving up.

I was alone in this world. With nothing to love and nothing to love me.

Again.

A/N: Okay, short, but it felt right to stop it here. And don't make fun of me, but i almost started crying when I wrote this.

Almost.