Disclaimer: Do you see me holding up a sign saying "Chrissy P"? No. Meaning me no own the characters. Also, I don't own the plot. That was graciously given to me by 3rdDeath. I've just twisted and turned it around to fit me more. Hehe. Also, the title is borrowed and tweaked a bit from the great song called The One Thing I Have Left. For those who have read my previous works, you might recognise this. :sweatdrop:

Warning: Talk of and attempt of suicide, and rated thereafter. Also incestuous feelings. Meaning romantic feeling between family members, here brothers. Lastly, angsty Eragon. We never see much of him, so he certainly deserved to be in the warning XD

A/N Thanks to everyone who reviewed, fav'ed and put this story on alert. :D You've all helped me in so many ways. Once again, this story is dedicated to 3rdDeath.

And once again reminding you that this is the first of the two endings that I'll be posting. Enjoy this happy version of the end!


The End; Option One

Take My Breath

Eragon had never been so nervous in his entire life. Murtagh hadn't come home to dinner, but Selena had told him that he would be back soon. And Eragon could feel his insides turning by the mere thought of it. For Eragon was finding himself too deep into something he knew he couldn't get out of.

Selena had talked to him at dinner, telling him then that they wouldn't pressure him into talking, but that she encouraged him to do so when he was ready. He could see the pain in her eyes though. She yearned for answers, answers he was nowhere ready to give, but she hadn't pressured him. And for that Eragon was glad. But Selena's eyes had also told him that he should talk to Murtagh. His absence at dinner had told the brunet the same. He knew he needed to, but he dreaded it. How could he talk to his brother after all that had happened?!

The outer door creaked softly open. Eragon felt himself stiffen as he heard his mother greet Murtagh. He couldn't hear more of their conversation, but could guess what they were saying. And it made his insides turn even more.

Slow steps travelled down the hallway. Eragon held his breath and buried himself deeper into his soft, large sweater as the footfalls came to a stop outside of his door. He clenched his eyes closed and forced himself to breathe again. Then the knock came.

"Yeah?" Eragon said hesitantly.

The door opened soundlessly. Keeping his eyes closed Eragon could only hear someone enter. The door softly clicked shut. The silence that followed seemed to stretch on forever. Then, finally… hesitant footfalls coming closer. The bed dipped softly. The brunet struggled to keep his breathing steady. Then he felt himself gathered in a warm embrace. His resolve shattered.

Eragon buried himself deeply into his brother's chest. No sound or tear came from him, but inside he was crying a river. Eragon had simply nothing left to shed.

"Kiddo."

Eragon bit his lip. He hadn't been called by that name in so many years. Murtagh really had come to talk, just as he had foreseen.

"How are you?" The gentle murmur floated into his ear.

Eragon chocked back a laugh. They were going to be there for a long time.

"Oh, you know, just fine." Eragon answered quietly.

Murtagh sighed heavily.

"I know you aren't fine Eragon, but that was not what I was hinting at." Murtagh paused. "Who do you like kiddo?"

Eragon felt the blood in his veins freeze. He had forgotten to write that, he remembered. And how much of a relieve that was! But… now he had questions to answer, questions he'd hoped he would never have to answer.

"It's not important anymore." He whispered.

"I'd say they are." Murtagh said thickly. "You went and… for them. Just for them. It has to still hold some importance to you."

"So what if they do?!" Eragon grumbled. "I'm over it. I'm done with them, and that's final."

"Who has hurt you so much that you'd rather swear it off than talk to them?" Murtagh asked hoarsely.

Eragon nearly opened his mouth to shout the name, but fortunately managed to keep it shut. He couldn't say it, not after all he had been through.

Suddenly feeling uncomfortable Eragon began to try to squirm his way out of his brother's arms. Murtagh only strengthened his hold. Eragon clenched his eyes shut in frustration.

"Who, Eragon?"

The dark tone sent shivers down Eragon's spine. Never could he remember having heard Murtagh sound so angry. It was almost ironic that it was himself he was angry at, without even knowing it.

"I can't…" The brunet replied finally.

Murtagh growled.

"Of course you can, you just don't want to." The older male said coldly.

Eragon desperately tried to bury himself deeper into his sweater, his mind, anything to get away from Murtagh's question. Oh, why did he have to come from a family of stubborn asses?!

"You – I, Eragon… I need to know." Murtagh said throatily. "I need to know that I won't loose you because of this."

Eragon felt his eyes begin to burn again. It was becoming too much. He needed to get away! He couldn't stand it anymore. His tries to escape doubled. But Murtagh held on just as firmly.

"LET ME GO!" The brunet screamed.

"Quiet down Eragon!" Murtagh said tightly. "Mother may have left the house, but the neighbourhood could get the wrong idea!"

Eragon felt his blood freeze yet again. He was alone in the house with Murtagh?

"Eragon, Eragon calm down!!"

"NO!"

Eragon managed to free his hands and started to hit every part of his brother he could reach.

"Stop. Eragon, STOP!" Murtagh nearly yelled.

"Let me go!" Eragon sobbed as his strength began to leave him. "Please. I don't want to talk about this."

"You have to someday!" Murtagh said pleadingly.

"Who died and made you my shrink?!" The brunet exclaimed in a voice caught between frustration and pain.

The older managed finally to capture Eragon's hands and held them tightly to his chest. Eragon tried and tried to get them free, but Murtagh was simply too strong. The brunet proceeded to sob in frustration.

"Kiddo." Murtagh murmured softly. "You're hurting, and I can't stand to see you in that state. Why can't you let me help you?"

"Since when did you care?" Eragon mumbled almost to himself.

Murtagh stiffened.

"I've always cared about you. Whatever made you think otherwise?" He asked lowly.

Eragon didn't answer.

"Eragon, I do care about you. Always have, and always will." Murtagh paused with a sigh. "That's why I can't let this go."

"I'm sorry Murtagh… but I can't tell you." Eragon whispered.

The hazel eyed brother sighed tiredly.

"Don't you believe me, is that why? I'd step in front of everything, anything to save you Eragon. You're my brother." Murtagh said uncharacteristically softly.

Eragon felt a blush strain his cheeks painfully. Murtagh was speaking directly into his ear. He couldn't remember the last time they had been so close.

"I believe you Murtagh. I just… I can't."

Murtagh's face hardened in a second. He dragged Eragon up from his hunched position. The brunet shook as Murtagh's hazel eyes glared into his own. There was barely a centimetre between their faces and, Eragon gulped, their lips.

They were so close now. Eragon could almost imagine himself leaning forward and touch those inviting lips with his own. But he couldn't. He couldn't risk it! And he didn't have to.

The brunet's eyes widened beyond imagination as Murtagh claimed his lips in a bruising kiss. His face was caught between growing pale and blushing even harder, making everything even more uncomfortable for Eragon. He stayed motionless, unsure and clueless to what Murtagh's motives were. But he already knew that it was safer to stay silent than to get his hopes up.

When the older pulled back Eragon sucked in a greedy breath. The kiss hadn't lasted for long, but it had stolen the breath right out of his lungs. Murtagh, who was panting softly, seemed to be avoiding his gaze.

"Tag?" Eragon breathed.

"Ah, forget it kiddo." Murtagh said quickly, firmly. "It was just a mistake."

Eragon felt his heart break. And it hurt more than he ever thought it could. Not even when he had seen Nasuada for the first time had it hurt so much!

In a desperate try, Eragon managed to finally release himself from Murtagh's hold. He was quickly onto his feet and ran out of the room, Murtagh calling his name after him. Eragon didn't care where he ran, as long as he did so. He barely managed to grab his jacket before sprinting out of the house. He didn't look back, but could clearly hear Murtagh's distressed yells. No, the brunet just continued to run.

And, as he ran, his mind awoke. Thoughts and questions began to circle inside his head. Why did his brother have to be a stubborn ass? Why did he have to act like he cared? Didn't Murtagh know that Eragon knew he didn't?! And why, oh why had Murtagh kissed him? Why did he have to call it a mistake afterwards??

Tears began to fall freely from his eyes, but the brunet didn't care anymore. His sides were beginning to sting, and his lungs screamed for a proper breath. So, when Eragon couldn't run anymore, he tripped and fell down onto the grassy ground below him. Breathing hurt, but not breathing hurt more. The crying had given him hiccups and his cheeks were icy cold with tears. And then a soft melody echoed around him.

Trying to find its source, Eragon suddenly noticed that his pocket was vibrating. Finally feeling like his breathing was somewhat under control; he flipped onto his back and dug into the deep pocket. The phone had stopped ringing by the time he got it out. Three missed calls, all from his house. Two more froze his entire being. They were from Murtagh's cell. His brother was out looking for him.

Suddenly feeling frantic, the brown eyed teen jumped to his feet and started to run all over again. But this time he ran in a different direction, one that would eventually take him home… one that would keep him away from Murtagh's sharp eye. Eventually he slowed to a quick walk. The wind was freezing mere minutes later, and Eragon zipped up the jacket. But still he felt cold. And somehow, it seemed to be coming from inside of him. Eragon smiled brokenly. Maybe his heart had crushed and let out all the iciness and wrongness that had been inside of him? Maybe that was why he was cold?

An hour later Eragon could finally see the house. It was mostly dark, but the clock wasn't much so Eragon figured Murtagh was most likely still outside. That thought stung harshly but he ignored it. Walking inside, not bothering to remove his shoes, the brunet stepped into the kitchen and began to make a short process of the drawers. Five minutes and a good search later he was no closer to finding what he was looking for. Annoyed to no end, Eragon desperately tried the cabinet under the sink. He and his brother had bluntly told their mother that they were never stepping ten feet in its general direction if they had to. Eragon wasn't sure why, it wasn't even dirty, but somehow it just seemed wrong.

And it was there he found them. A broken and relieved smile grazed Eragon's face as he pulled out the first knife he could find. It was a normal kitchen knife, but it was sharp and it would do. The teen quickly put everything back in its place and then ran out of the house again. He wasn't doing it in there, no, not again.


Murtagh was panicking. He had looked everywhere he knew Eragon would go or liked to go, but still no sign of him! He had tried to call a dozen times, but Eragon never picked up. And, after hearing the same message for the nth time, Murtagh had had it.

The older brunet angrily hit his fist into the wall, his phone clutched in the said hand. It hurt and it lifted the cloud from his mind for a blissful minute. It was then Murtagh thought of another possibility. Two hours had nearly passed, Eragon could have gone home. And with that thought, Murtagh sprinted down the road he had come. Thankfully he wasn't far from the house, but the run seemed endless. Finally he jumped over the fence and nearly kicked the door open. He was met with silence.

There were no signs Eragon had been or was at home. Murtagh cursed colourfully. He was already in enough of a mess! Why did he have to scare his brother off as well?!

The hazel eyed teen sank to the floor, a pained and angry look on his face. Why did he always have to ruin things?! Why did he always have to hurt others? Murtagh squeezed his eyes shut with a wince. He wasn't sure what had made him kiss Eragon, but he knew that the chances of his brother forgiving him were close to none. Hell, Eragon was a minor! He could be charged for rape, incest even!!

"Fuck." Murtagh growled.

A headache was threatening to pop up. Nothing made sense anymore. He wanted to think everything over, but couldn't. All that was on his mind was Eragon, Eragon, Eragon, and where could he be?!?

Straightening himself up, Murtagh tried to phone Eragon one last time. He didn't even bother to put the device to his ear. But, if he listened closely enough, he thought he could hear Eragon's phone ring in answer to his. Murtagh's blood froze in that instance. He kept the phone ringing, desperately going in every direction to see which brought him closer to his brother. He found it a minute later, sitting innocently on the kitchen table.

"Damnit!"

Murtagh angrily ended the call. But then he realised something… Eragon had been there!! Murtagh searched the room quickly, trying to look for any disturbance. It was then he saw it. The door to the cabinet under the sink was slightly ajar. The phone fell from his grasp.

"No, please no." Murtagh muttered.

But he knew it was true. Eragon had found the knives. And he had no way of reaching his little brother. The world crashed to pieces around Murtagh. He let out a loud scream. A dog down the street answered his call. It almost made Murtagh laugh hysterically.

"But wait… that's Shurikan; Galby's mutt." Murtagh said to himself. "Shurikan hates Eragon!"

Murtagh was no sooner up on his feet and ran out of the house. He skidded to a halt by old Galbatorix' house. Shurikan was barking and growling in the direction towards the forest. Murtagh dimly remembered that their mother's old friend, Brom, had taken Eragon out on trips in those very same woods. Murtagh picked up his pace again and ran.

He was going to make it this time, before Eragon did something stupid. He refused to loose Eragon!

He ignored all the pain that was coursing through him, physically and mentally. His mind was set on one thing, and that was finding Eragon. He searched every nook and cranny he could find, but no trace of the brunet. Murtagh cursed inwardly and fought his way through the bushes, down towards the stream. And it was there he found him.

Murtagh stopped for a moment, somehow feeling himself wanting to take in the sight before him. Eragon was seated down by the river, just near the edge of the free-flowing water. The moon that had risen cast a glow onto his small form. Murtagh could see even from where he was standing that Eragon was shaking. But from what he couldn't tell. A flash of silver instantly captured his attention. And Murtagh wanted to scream. Eragon was carrying a knife!

"ERAGON!"

Murtagh winced. He hadn't actually meant to yell. But with the damage being done, he dive forward and towards his little brother.

Eragon had stood up hurriedly at his yell. His eyes were wide and red. Eragon had cried, and looked to just recently have stopped. His entire body was shaking. Murtagh took cautious steps forward. He didn't want to intimidate or scare his brother even more.

"Eragon… we can talk about this." He tried to say as calmly as possible, but even he could hear that his voice was shaking.

Eragon's fist clenched around the knife. Their mother's favourite, Murtagh found himself remembering. He shook his head mentally.

"What's there to talk about?" The other asked hollowly.

Murtagh winced. Eragon looked broken beyond repair. But he wasn't having any of it. He refused to give up on his most important person in the world.

"You don't have to do this. If you're going to hurt anyone, hurt me. I deserve it." The older said tightly.

Eragon looked startled. His eyes fell to the ground. Murtagh dared to take a big step forward. Then the brown orbs met his again.

"I couldn't hurt you." Eragon whispered.

Murtagh slowly stepped forward again, hands held in the air in a sign of surrender. He was willing to do whatever Eragon wanted to do, just as long as it wouldn't end with Eragon lying on the murky ground cold and not breathing.

"It's unfair really." Eragon continued with a humourless laugh. "You can hurt me all you want, and you don't even know it! And yet I cannot as much as slap your wrist in return."

Murtagh frowned, stopping his advance.

"What do you mean Eragon?" He murmured, almost a little afraid of the answer.

The hand holding the knife kept clenching and unclenching. Murtagh could see this wasn't a question Eragon wanted to answer.

"Why… why did you kiss me?" Eragon asked instead, stumbling over the words and looking just as uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what got over me." Murtagh sighed.

"So… it didn't mean anything?" Eragon asked shakily.

Murtagh opened his mouth to answer, but quickly saw the fault in that. He needed to think that answer through. He didn't want to lie to his brother, be it consciously or unconsciously. So he thought.

Why had he done it? Had there been a purpose behind it, or had he simply meant to get Eragon to listen to him? There had always been something about Eragon that made him act differently that he did around anyone else. He was always aware of that Eragon was there, close by him, always. So… what had it meant?

"I… I don't know." Murtagh winced. "I don't know what it meant, but it meant something Eragon."

Eragon had fallen silent. Murtagh watched for any sharp movements that might indicate that he was going to run or… or harm himself. He refused to let Eragon go anywhere or do anything if he was able to prevent it.

"I love you Eragon. But you have to excuse your brother; he's growing a bit batty with his old age."

And just like that Murtagh knew he had said something wrong. Eragon didn't let out a sound and a wounded look crossed his face. The brunet's right arm was moving.

"NO!"

The next thing Murtagh was aware of was pain. He hissed but kept his hold. He had sprung forward the second he had seen Eragon's movement. His left hand was painfully clenched around the knife's blade. It dug into his palm; dark blood oozed from the wound and started to strain both of their sleeves. Eragon's wide and shocked eyes never left Murtagh's.

"I won't let you hurt yourself again Eragon. Not on my watch." He said and winced as he pushed the blade away from the path it had been going. "Let go of the knife."

Eragon's lip was trembling. Slowly and hesitantly, the hold slackened. Before Eragon could be able to think twice Murtagh had wretched the knife from his hold. And he nearly howled in pain as he did so. Murtagh's right hand took hold of the handle and pulled out the blade that had dug nearly into the bone. A scream left his throat then.

"Oh, God." Eragon groaned.

Murtagh couldn't help but to agree. Blood was oozing freely. He needed to get the wound wrapped, and that soon or it could get infected. Or he could die from blood loss. Murtagh nearly sniggered at the irony of that thought.

Before Murtagh could as much as move his left palm again Eragon had taken hold of his elbow and guided him to sit down. Murtagh did so soundlessly. Then the younger brunet proceeded to rip a long piece of the old tee he was wearing. The hazel eyed teen watched as Eragon wrapped the wound skilfully. And he then found that he'd rather not know how his brother had gotten so skilled at it.

"I'm so sorry." Eragon whispered throatily. "I didn't mean to…"

"No, but you meant to stick it in yourself. Better me than you." Murtagh interrupted.

Eragon bit his lip. Murtagh absently noticed that it was still trembling.

"Come, lets go home." He said and stood.

Eragon looked up at him, a hopeless look in his eyes.

"Oh, we'll need to talk about this. But it can wait."

Eragon nodded mutely. And so the two brothers began the silent walk home.


Eragon couldn't stop trembling. Not since spotting Murtagh and not during the walk home. A part of him felt disappointed. He had gone all that way to get away, to think. But it seemed that Murtagh was hell-bent on watching him suffer.

Their mother had been home by the time they stepped inside the house. Eragon had been prepared for Murtagh to tell Selena everything that had happened, but his brother had just said that they had been taken a walk. And Selena, who was too happy with the thought that her sons were spending time together, hadn't seen Eragon's ragged looks or Murtagh's blood palm. Granted, the older teen had hidden that behind his back the moment he had entered, but there was a hint of pain on his face. But Eragon was glad. Until he remembered what had brought them back, or rather out, in the first place.

He had mechanically walked into his room, only to come to his senses when he saw Murtagh take a detour into the bathroom. Eragon bit his lip, hesitant about what to do. He wanted to help, but he was unsure if his brother would allow him. And he didn't have to decide. Murtagh came out a second later, a first aid kit under his arm. Eragon quickly turned away and shut the door.

Eragon shut his eyes. He had never felt so disgusted in himself, not even when he found that he was in love with his brother. The brother he had hurt… had made suffer. He truly didn't deserve to live. He flung off his clothes in disgust, trying desperately to remove every piece of his brother from his person. Eragon then quickly changed and curled up on his bed, hidden beneath the covers. He felt physically sick, sick to the very bone.

Someone knocked on his door then. And the brunet just knew it was Murtagh. Murtagh entered though Eragon didn't answer. He felt the bed dip as his brother sat down beside him. A hand was gently laid on top of his head. And for a moment Eragon hesitated. Had it actually been Selena that had come?

"Kiddo."

But no, he had been right the first time.

"We need to talk." Murtagh murmured.

Eragon didn't answer.

"Eragon, you need to let me in. I only want to help you. I may have been a shitty brother, but I'm trying to make up for it here." Murtagh said, only raising his voice a small notch.

"Eragon." Murtagh insisted when the other didn't answer.

"Why do you care so much?" Eragon whispered. "It's not like you've done so before."

"That's not -" Murtagh cut himself off before he tried again. "I'm sorry if it seemed that way Eragon. I care about you, I always have. It's just that I've inherited dad's asshole attitude I guess. Hardly an excuse, but it's the truth."

Eragon sniffed quietly. There were no tears in his eyes, but somehow he still sniffed.

"Hey…" Murtagh sighed. "I can't say I'm sorry enough alright. But you've damned well scared the crap out of me two times already. I swear I've lost ten, if not more years of my life because of it. Can you blame me for not knowing how to fucking act?"

The brunet bit his lip harshly.

"I blame myself every fucking day, for not seeing that you were suffering. I hate myself alright! What more do you want me to say!?"

Eragon sat up harshly. Murtagh's hand fell away, but the look on his face didn't fade.

"Don't." Eragon whispered. "Don't hate yourself."

"Too late for that!" Murtagh spat. "I do, so much."

Eragon shook his head meekly.

"How can I not?! Nothing I ever do is enough. No, not for everyone else, but for you Eragon. You don't talk to me anymore, not that you did so before all this. And you avoid me. How can I not hate myself if I cause you pain!?!"

Every word was like a stab to his heart. The brown eyed teen continued to shake his head, desperate to get his point across. His voice had already left him. But Murtagh just continued to rant, and it was tearing Eragon apart. So he did the only thing that seemed logical.

He kissed him.

The silence was immediate. Eragon clenched his eyes shut, unwilling to stare into Murtagh's probably horrified face. The lips were just as he had remembered them, soft and just a tiny bit chilled. But perfect nonetheless, as their owner always was.

Reluctantly Eragon pulled away, almost terrified of what he had done. What had he been thinking?! But whatever he was about to curse to himself was stilled just then. Eragon was only able to register a hand pulling his head forward by the neck before he felt them again. Murtagh's lips. It was happening again, and Eragon wasn't sure if he was thrilled or terrified. Murtagh was kissing him again!

Murtagh pulled away moments later. Eragon could feel himself shaking. What was going to happen now?

"Eragon, open your eyes." Murtagh murmured softly.

Wordlessly the brunet complied. Murtagh was staring right at him, an unusually soft smile on his face.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Murtagh asked.

Eragon wanted to open his mouth and spill, he really did, but no words would come. Instead he continued to shake. He was simply too confused, too scared. He didn't understand what was going on! When had Fate dragged the carpet from under his feet and pushed him into the Twilight Zone?!

"No? It doesn't matter; I have something I need to tell you anyway." The older paused, and Eragon could see that he too, deep down, was as scared as him. "I meant it back then Eragon, when I first said it. I love you."

The brunet stayed silent. He knew that Murtagh cared for him. But he didn't understand what that had to do with everything.

"No, you don't understand kiddo." Murtagh said softly. "I love you, as in I'm in love with you."

Eragon felt his eyes widen. Now he was sure he was in a parallel world. There was no way, no way that Murtagh loved him back. He must be dreaming, if he wasn't already dead.

Murtagh chuckled.

"You really don't get it do you?" He shook his head. "Listen up, kiddo. I'm. In. Love. With. You. Eragon. You, and only you."

Eragon shook his head meekly. It couldn't be! His brother, the ever perfect Murtagh couldn't be in love with him!! It just didn't make sense, it didn't fit!

"You know that I don't lie, Eragon. I cannot lie, especially not to you." The hazel eyed teen said.

"But you… you can't." Eragon uttered quietly.

"So, it does speak!" Murtagh laughed. "But I can Eragon, and I do. I may not have realised it until you nearly… but now I know. And I do."

Eragon tried to stutter out a reply, a sentence, anything… but nothing came to mind.

"Just tell me Eragon, who am I loosing too? Who holds your heart so closely that you'd rather risk oblivion than to tell them?"

Eragon found that, once confronted with the truth, he couldn't utter a single comprehensible sentence.

"I… you… I, I can't… how… I don't…"

"Eragon." The name was spoken in such a way that Eragon couldn't do anything else than to fall silent.

"Just tell me a name." Murtagh pled. "So that I can move on."

The brunet felt his throat catch. It was actually happening. What he had dreamt to happen was actually playing out in front of him. And he couldn't speak a single word!

"I… you." Eragon cleared his throat and tried again. "You."

Murtagh frowned.

"Me what?" He asked.

"You. It's you." Eragon croaked. "Don't make me say it again."

Silence consumed the room. Then, laughter.

Eragon was confused. What was Murtagh laughing about?

"Oh, aren't we a pair of blind idiots?"

Eragon just continued to frown. Murtagh's laughter eventually died down. And as it did so, Eragon found himself pulled into a strong embrace. For the first time in ages the brunet felt a blush rise in his cheeks and welcomed it. Murtagh's scent and breath on his neck was making the hairs rise in his neck.

"Thank you Eragon. Thank you." Murtagh murmured.

"I…" Eragon swallowed. "Why?"

"Thank you for loving me like I do you. I loved you kiddo." Murtagh said with a bright grin.

The smile was lost in Eragon's neck, but he saw it anyway. Timidly Eragon heard himself reply.

"I love you too Tag."


To the teens' unawareness the door to the room closed with a barely audible click. A warm smile stretched across the woman's face. She had raised a dysfunctional family, but they were a family nonetheless.

So Selena left her sons to clean and clear up whatever was on their minds. She was going to be there later when they decided to land back on planet Earth. She might not have been the typical mother, but she was not going to abandon her children. They were all she had left, and damned those who dared get in their way. Selena loved her children with all her heart, no matter which road they decided to take.

End of The End; Option One


A/N So, what did you guys think?

Oh, and before I get any comments on the Selena part, this is how I see her. She loves her sons way too much to care about who they love or need. She almost did loose one of them here after all, and aren't willing or want to stand in their way. No flaming for this, because I won't even bat an eye at it.

I hope you guys enjoyed it! As said above, this is the happy ending. I will be posting the second version next weekend. And you can all guess which version that is. Hehe.

Also, would you be so kind and review? You all know how much of a sucker I am for them! XD And seriously, they motivate me to continue writing. Because I can't see what else is going to keep me sane. Oh, and before I forget... I'll announce my next story in the next ending, so even if you can't bear to read it, please read the A/N that comes with it! I'll write it in the top one, so you don't even have to skim to the bottom. :puppydog eyes:

But, last but not least, please review!