A/N: Sorry for the late update! :O Anyway, this is the last chapter. And I honestly don't know what to put in here. I think I'm just going to wing it. Here goes nothing…!

I am physically tired, mentally exhausted and spiritually drained. So it's obvious, isn't it? There's only one thing I should do. Meditate. But the thing is, if life goes according to plan—like the way it should, the world would come to an end. And I am not a melodramatic person. It's the truth.

It's very simple, really. I have the Talk. Not with Millie. I can't. Not yet. But with Po. He's always there. Always there. Always. There.

I knock on his door, prepared to speak with him properly for the first time. He opens and smiles at me. "Tigress," he greets happily, "Where did you go?"

"Out." I reply curtly, as I always do. "May I come in?"

Eagerly, Po steps aside and I walk through. His room isn't as much of a mess I imagined it would be. There's just his bag, upturned and unkempt. It vomits the travel out of its folds. In clothes, food, books. I stare back at him.

Do not assume for a moment that I was lost for words when I stared into those beautiful eyes. I am not your regular teenager girl. I am a grown woman. Even though sometimes, I sound so childish. "Po," I say simply, "Answer me honestly, please. I am your friend, and I expect you to respect that relationship."

He frowns. It's probably not the best small-talk I can give you, but I have never been good at making conversation. "Okay…?" he answers nervously.

I bite back a fond smile at his clumsiness. "Po," I ask simply, "Are you happy?"

He frowns at me some more. "Not really." I catch my breath. My heart's hammering. I shouldn't be this happy, but— "I mean," he says, "I know I just had dinner, but I'm starving!"

No. No, please no, I want to say. Don't do this to me. Don't raise my spirits, even for an instant and then go on to crush them. Don't Po. If you love me, don't do it. He doesn't love you. It hits me. Of course he doesn't. Why should he? He loves Millie. And they belong together.

My shoulders droop. "You're…hungry?" I ask.

Every inch of me wants to cry. Just break down. I knew this was coming. Deep down, I knew I never had a chance. He nods. So I say, "No, are you happy with Millie?" and the words taste like blood to me.

He smiles a little. "Millie…Yes, I am, Tigress. I know why you'd ask. Because I'm your friend and all that…But…I love her." And then he beams at me. It's a grin so contagious, I can't help but return it.

And I don't understand why. I don't want to buckle down and weep. I don't want to scream and wail. All I feel is an oddly comforting sense of peace, slightly mingled with hurt. I can't describe this. But I guess it's closure.

So I take his hand and say, "You're hungry, right?" He nods. And I reply, "Well, come on then. I discovered Monkey's new hiding place for his almond cookies."

And his face just lights up. It makes me realise something. Even though a relationship with Po wouldn't have worked, it doesn't matter. What remains is the fact that I'd die for him, and he for me. That we'd never let any harm come to each other. That we're friends. That we care.

In the end, that's what really counts.

A/N: That's it then, folks. Thanks for reading and being so patient with me. Please leave a review :)