A/N: HEY GUYS! This is my first GA fic next to Calla Lilies. I recomend you read that too! For those of you who are curious of what Liza looks like, she looks like this;

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ZAK

Eliza Conrad.

She was the girl I would have never have met if my parents hadn't forced me into going on the six hour car drive if the Road to Hana. I would have never seen her photographing a waterfall flowing over lava rock. I would have never gotten the courage to walk over and talk to her. I would have missed the best thing that had ever happened to me. I still remembered the night I lost her; walking into my hotel room and finding the letter on top my suitcase.

I slide open the sliding glass door of my hotel room. I was sharing a joint room with my parents. I was almost packed and ready to leave tomorrow morning. I walked over to the closet, opening the door to get my suitcase out. On top of my suit case was a piece of ivory stationary. I picked it up, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume. Her perfect slanted cursive covered the sheet.

Dear Zak,

It is hard to think that I will never see you again. The pieces of my broken heart are so small they can be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to.

The last two weeks have been the best of my life. I never thought that I would find my one true love on a vacation. If it had ever crossed my mind, I never thought of it to have been this perfect. Now that we must part, I will never forget every moment we spent together. Each moment we spent under the stars, whispering nothings to each other, will echo in my heart forever. Every laugh and smile will be in my mind. You were my angel, Zak. Every moment we spent together will live in me forever.

Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime and never let go till we're gone. Love was when I loved you. One true time I hold to. In my life we'll always go on. Near, far, wherever you are Zak; I believe that the heart does go on. It goes on in the heart of the one who loves them. Far across the distance and spaces between us, I know we will share something that will go on and on and on.

I love you. Forever and Always.

Forever yours,

Eliza

I set the letter down as tears welled in my eyes. I walked into the bathroom. Written on the mirror in bright red lipstick was 'I LOVE' and then a huge heart. I noticed that the heart surrounded my face. I smiled softly.

"Love you to, Liza." I whispered.

My eyes scanned over the yellowed paper, the faint smell of roses and jasmine rubbing onto my fingers. I smiled softly as slender arms wrapped around my neck. Liza kissed my cheek softly as she pulled down on her bed. She was wearing a pink cupcake print kimono and a sheer pink babydoll underneath it. Her curly black hair was hanging to her jawbones. She looked so beautiful.

She propped herself up on a shoulder, rubbing my chest with her free hand. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." I said back.

I pushed myself up and pressed my lips to hers. She pushed me back onto the bed and crawled on top of me. I kissed her again and she moaned. I was starting to take her robe off when her phone started ringing. She picked it up and looked at the number before answering it.

"Eliza Conrad." She said.

She walked into the kitchen and left me on her bed. A little white dog bounded into her room, jumping on her bed. It was a baby English bulldog. He was completely white except for a brown patch over his right eye. I read the little gold tag on his black and gold Juicy collar; Poppet. I rubbed his ears and he licked my fingers.

Liza passed back and forth in front of the door. She was speaking in rapid Italian.

Liza came back into the bedroom with a panicked look on her face. She pulled her suitcase out of the closet and started packing her things.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"My spring line is being modeled in Milan next week. One of the models was dating the runway director and he broke up with her because he realized 'Hey! I'm gay!' and while she was freaking, destroyed a few of my dresses. So I got to get to Milan and do some repairs. I fly out tomorrow morning." She said frantically throwing clothes in her bag.

"What? No! You're supposed to investigate with us!" I argued.

She zipped her suitcase up. "I'm sorry! I need to do this though! If my line shows, my company could really take off! I need this Zak."

I stood up. "Isn't there some one who can do this for you? You already said you would do the investigation." I said, feeling the anger rise inside of me.

"No! God! Zak, please try to understand this! This is the make it or break it point! I could lose everything." She said, raising her voice slightly.

"Liza, this show is important to me! You can't just walk out on it!" My tone started to match hers.

"It can't about you all the time, Zak!" she screamed.

"I'm not saying it is!" I shouted back.

Tears started to well in her chocolate brown eyes. "That's too damn bad. I'm going. If you love me will understand that."

She crawled back on her bed, lying down. "Baby…" I cooed. I crawled next to her and she rolled on her side.

"C'mon, baby, don't be that way. I love you." I cooed.

She ignored me. "Fine. Two can play at that game." I rolled over so I was facing opposite of her. I slowly fell asleep, feeling Poppet wedge himself between us.

The morning came early. Liza snuck out of bed and walked into the bathroom, showering. She changed into a strapless floral top, a brown leather jacket, dark skinny jeans and wedge heels with brown leather straps. She dried her hair to its natural ringlets and I started to get out of bed. She put on her necklace and grabbed her purse. She had her suitcase by the door.

"I'm leaving." She said sourly.

I kissed her on the cheek and she pulled away quickly. "Call me when you get there."

"Fine."

She left the apartment. I watched out the glass wall as she entered a taxi and headed towards the airport. I leaned against the wall. Poppet bounded out of the bedroom.

"Did I have to be such a jerk?" I asked myself.