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A/N Okay, guys, last chapter. Takes place when Suze goes looking for Jesse. Again, Jesse POV. The first part is mostly Jesse complaining, but then there is actual plot, I promise. Enjoy!

Purgatory is not all that bad, once you get used to it. Although I must admit, it is somewhat disorienting at first. All I saw at first was a very large hallway, covered in fog and a very black ceiling, like a nighttime sky. And many, many doors on either side of this hallway. I was terrified. I had no idea of where to go, or what to do.

But, like everything else, you get used to it after a while. I do not even know how long I have been here, it could be years. Time really does not have much purpose here.

I am still somewhat shocked. I really did not think that Susannah would do this to me. I have come to terms with the fact that I will never see her again. She does not wish for me to be near her again. I only regret that I never told her how I feel about her. I think it is funny, how you never really think things through until it is too late to act upon them. I will never be able to tell Susannah just how much I love her.

I shouldn't be in love with her. It really is wrong. Seriously, how long have I been a ghost? One hundred fifty years or so? She's a sixteen- year-old girl! And all I can think about is how I would like to be there when she is happy, and see her smile. Or be next to her when she is sad, drying her tears and comforting her. Nombre de Dios, I am pathetic.

Strolling down the extraordinarily long hallway, I really did not expect to witness the sight before me. I blinked, once, twice. Unwilling to believe that what I was seeing was true.

" Susannah." Oh no. Is she dead? How could this have happened? How?

Although she looked very nervous at the sight of me, she quickly explained that she was not dead, simply coming here to see me. To see me? What the devil for? After all, it was she who exorcised me. Why should she be here?

After I confronted her with this, attempting to keep the anger and hurt out of my voice and facial expressions as I did so, she said that she had, in fact, NOT exorcised me, but that Maria had told the little boy to do so. This certainly explains a lot. But why would she come here? Well, after some more questions, she explained that she had come here- at the risk of losing her own life- to bring me back, if I so desired.

As angry as I was that she would dare risk her life to save me, I felt like I was going to faint, I was so happy. She cares about me. She would not have left me there if she did not. Still, I could not help but be somewhat harsh with her, pulling her along the hallway in an attempt to find the gatekeeper so that we could get out before Susannah actually did die.

A few days later, I reflected on the events of the last week or so. Susannah and I seemed to understand each other much more than before. Maria and Diego were no longer existent; Susannah and I had seen to that. It seems like many things are resolved.

And yet, the goings-on of tonight have brought up even more questions than before. Who was that man, Paul, whom Susannah and I ran into? I really did not like the sight of him, especially after he attempted to murder Susannah. Who, by the way, was asleep for two days following her little adventure.

After she had woken up, eaten, and come back upstairs to her bedroom, I decided it was time to take action. Being exorcised had taught me several things, the most important of which being not to wait until the very last minute to do or say something. And I think Susannah rescuing me from Purgatory proved that she at least liked me.

I could see her anxious look when I said that we need to talk. I could also see how she tried to get out of it be saying she did not wish to talk that day; she just needed some rest. So I did the only other thing I thought I could do under the circumstances;

I kissed her.

On the lips.

A/N That's all, folks! PLEASE review and let me know if this was alright . . .