It's over! Finally! -Smiles.-

Anyway, anyone who read A Mix of Both will recognize the ending. I just...had to do it, I guess. -Shrug.- As for the gender of the baby, Jordan can be used for both so...your choice. -Shrug.-

Moving on...

Thank you: darkflame414, HarvestGirl10, xSapphirexRosesxFan, Meriah, Kittypride16, and kiara411 for reviewing this fic.

Thank you: Hollywing, HonouxRyuu, camerashy08, esmtz, and everyone above for putting this on alert.

Special thanks to everyone who reviewed A Mix of Both. Without you guys, I never would've done this, or even kept the story on the site.

Most of all, thank you all the dumb ikarishippers who can't seem to keep Paul in-character, because you made me pissed enough to try.

Thank you all,

Qzil.

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-There he goes, so perfectly...
The kind of Flawless I wish I could be.-
--Teardrops on my Guitar, Taylor Swift.

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Dawn slid into the front seat of May's convertible near the beach in Sunnyshore, trying hard not to cry. May simply put out her cigarette and sighed.

"Guess I can't smoke 'round you anymore."

"Guess not."

Silence.

"Is Drew okay with me coming to stay with you two?"

"Of course. He's even started to talk kids."

More silence. Silence, almost awkward, and very, very uncomfortable. May begins to drive, leaving the top of her car down and making sure her radio is off. Dawn shifts in her seat, staring at the coastline as her blue hair whips out behind her.

"Dawn-"

"No."

She know what May wants to tell her, knows that May wants to give Paul a chance to see his baby, to be a father. But May doesn't know the real Paul, the one that gives...gave, her pleasure through the pain. The Paul that doesn't care for anyone, barely even himself. The Paul that she once loved...the Paul she still may love.

"Don't you even wanna go back and get a picture of him? Maybe some of your stuff?"

Dawn turns to face her, eyes blank, expression neutral. Slowly, she shakes her head.

"No. There's nothing for me there."

She turns away and closes her eyes, trying to keep the tears in. All is quiet, and she can barely hear herself.

"Not anymore."

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Dawn sighs as she walks through the market in Sunnyshore, looking for a backpack. She smiles, remembering the day she started her Journey, when a good backpack was a necessity. She turns and grabs her child's hand when she sees someone she remembers, sees someone she used to know and love.

He walks up to her and the child, stares at his purple hair streaked through with her blue on the small nine-year-old. Most of all, he stares at the eyes. The eyes that are the same as his, but so different, eyes so full of warmth and hope and light. So unlike his, cold chips of ice.

"Jordan's the name."

He nods slightly, as if giving her approval. He sees the backpack and narrows his eyes, nodding again. For a long time, the two stare at each other as if not wanting to walk away, as if wanting to resume their games and lives together. After what seems like an eternity, Jordan pulls on Dawn's sleeve.

"Mama, we have to get home for dinner. Aunt May said that she'd come over tonight to celebrate my birthday."

Dawn looks down and nods, then looks back at Paul, almost wanting to invite him. But, as she looks up, she sees him walking away, slipping into the crowd as if he was never there.

Turning around and heading for home, Jordan clutching her arm, she thinks about them, about love, and about her child.

Their love is forever, and they are bound together forever by a single human being, a single child that came about through their love.

Perhaps that is why she kept her child, as physical proof that she and Paul had once had something like love for one another. Perhaps it's because she knew that while she would love him forever, they wouldn't last forever.

Still, it's love. It's still that broken, twisted form of love they had thirteen years ago. A love where, now, they are both in control of themselves. A love, while dead, is stronger than ever. The perfect memory, a love...

Unbreakable.