Disclaimer: I own my dashboard Jesus (It's a bobble head Jesus... Sooo cool!) That's about it. Nothing else relating to the story.

PPOV

She was gone.

She wasn't coming back.

Henry had won... He had her.

I walked back slowly to my truck. The rest of my large family met me halfway. Charlie and Hunter were at home. Everyone felt Hunter was just too young, and Charlie truly felt Sabrina was his child. It just got too emotional. Daphne walked up slower than everyone else. Her mascara was running, her eyes were red. Veronica, Relda, Briar, and Red looked much the same, but Daphne was probably the most attached to Sabrina out of all the Grimm women.

Daphne looked at me. I took her hand and we walked to my car. I helped her get in, then went to the driver's side.

"Ice cream? Coffee? I don't know... Birthday cake? What'll get you to smile?" I asked.

"Nothing. Henry won."

"Sabrina wouldn't want us to waste our tears." I stated simply.

Little did I know what the consequences were.

"Waste? Waste! Is that how you felt about my sister? That she wasn't worth anything?" Daphne screamed at me. I stayed silent. She stared at me, mouth open. "So that's it? This isn't a missed chance for you, this is a shot at Tiffany Vandella!" She laughed. I parked the car at the side of the road. I turned on her.

"Of course it's not! Daphne, I've always had trouble communicating my feelings. Just because I don't look emotionally scarred, doesn't mean I'm not! I loved your sister! No, scratch that, you'll just miss communicate it. I love your sister. Sabrina was and is the only person who will ever understand me." I started to go into hysterics. I laughed. "Daphne... I was going to ask her to marry me." Daphne looked up at me again. I nodded. "Yep. I'd been planning it for around six months. When Henry called... The opportunity presented itself perfectly. It was the only way... It was the only way she would ever be able to stay. I would've gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids!" I joked at the end. Daphne laughed at this.

"That's what mom was interrupting? She thought it was a last goodbye."

"That's what Sabrina thought when I handed her the iPod. It was just a backup for if my plan failed... Which, needless to say, it did." We were silent for a few minutes.

"So..." Daphne began. "Can I see the ring?" She was jumping in excitement now.

"Knock yourself out." I tossed her the little velvet box. She Ooo'd and Aww'd every five seconds, until we got home and she stuffed it in my glove compartment, while I carried everyone's Dairy Queen Blizzards (AN: Mmmmmmm...) into the house.

Later that night when I was in my room, reading 'Schooled' By Gordan Korman (AN: READ THIS BOOK!!!) somebody knocked on my door. It was stupid, but I was slightly apprehensive because it was nine o'clock and this was always the time Sabrina came in to say goodnight. It was stupid to think it could possibly be her, but a guy can dream. Right?

"Come in."

Veronica walked in and sat on my bed.

"My, my. Such manners Veronica! I said come in... Not sit on my bed." I said, skimming over my book. Then she did something unexpected.

She leaned over and hugged me. I stared at her intently.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"It was a thank you." She said. Her eyes were wet with new tears. Before I could ask further questions, she continued.

"My twelve year old daughter, just lost her sister. Again, of course. But this time she's not coming back. She's not getting kissed by her Prince Charming and realizing which side's right-"

"Actually, the kissing Prince Charming part is debatable-"

"Puck, you're a complete and utter idiot if you think Sabrina won't wait two years." I thought that over. Was I? Really? My absolutely gorgeous and smart girlfriend is in New York, where equally hot men are. Yeah, I'm a total idiot... She smiled at me. "The point is, thank you. Daphne told me about your car ride. Well, most of it. I could tell she left out some crucial parts that would've made her happy and you spill your guts out, but, as much as I persisted, she wouldn't tell me." Ah, good old Daffy, making sure I'm not hunted down with a rifle by my favourite stepfather (AN: Jake may not be an overbearing father figure anymore, but Charlie... Be afraid.). "Just, Thank you, Puck, for making Daphne feel like she's not alone in this. That there's at least one other person who's going through what she is." With that, Veronica got up and left.

I sighed.

One day down, seven hundred and thirty more to go.

Crap.