A week had passed and Seth seemed oddly calm about the whole thing. Seeing her hadn't made him miss her any less but he believed he knew what was going on and he couldn't do anything else but to wait at this point. Roman and Dean were hanging around him more than usual, undoubtedly to make sure he kept sane, and he liked that his friends had his back like that.

"Virginia, Charlotte called," Brie said.
"Anything important?" Virgina asked as she looked up from her book.
"Bo's in the hospital," Brie answered.
"Is it good?" Virginia asked.
"Yes. I mean, it's bad, but it's good for you. She says it's a matter of days. He won't make it till the end of the week," Brie answered.

Virginia's smile slowly grew wider and wider as she took in Brie's words.

"You can go home soon," Brie added.
"I can go home soon," Virginia repeated in a dreamy voice. "But there's one thing I must do first."

She had to swallow hard as she walked into the lobby of the hospital. This place held so many bad memories for her and she wasn't sure if she was about to create another bad one or if it would actually end up being a good one.

She walked through the hallways as if she belonged and no one even looked at her twice. She had dressed down in an off-white long dress. Nothing fancy, nothing low cut, nothing to make her stand out. She just looked like a regular visitor on her way to meet whoever she knew and it was what she was doing. Only problem was that she wasn't supposed to go see him and he had no idea she was coming. He didn't even know she was alive.

She stood in the open door, looking in at the pale, skinny man she once loved. She had no idea how she had ever fallen in love with him. If she had known from the beginning what kind of monster he would turn out to be, she never would have gone on a date with him. And then again, if she hadn't suffered through hell with him, she never would have met Seth. She took a deep breath and walked into the room and over to the bed. She just stood there, staring at him, wondering how she had ever had any feelings for him, and then he suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"Virginia?" He asked surprised.
"Hi Bo," she said.
"How can you be here?" He asked.
"I just can," she answered.

He sighed and smiled. Not one of those coldhearted smiles he used to give her. More a smile of relief.

"I always knew you'd go to heaven. You were an angel even in life. I'm the one who broke you," he said.
"Huh?" She asked lowly.

She looked down at herself and realized she was wearing a white dress and in his dying hours he actually thought she was an angel, coming down from heaven to... to what? Forgive him? Give him peace?

"Have you come for me?" He asked.

She closed her eyes briefly. She knew she should be the bigger person but she couldn't. She couldn't forgive all the beating, the stalking, the fear, everything he put her through. He didn't deserve to die with a clean slate. He just deserved to die. Period.

"No," she opened her eyes again. "Angels won't come for you, Bo. Devils will."
"I'm going to hell?" He asked scared.
"Of course. You shouldn't be surprised," she answered.
"Then why are you here?" He started crying.
"To make sure you know they're coming for you," she answered.

She had said what she needed to say and slowly walked towards the door again.

"I didn't kill you," he cried from the bed. "It's not fair. I didn't kill you."
"No, you didn't," she said as she stopped, not looking back at him though, just standing there with her back against him. "But you came close many times and that still counts."

She walked out of the room to the sound of him sobbing. She walked through the hallways as before, just looking like someone who belonged there. She made her way back to the house where Brie and Nikki were waiting, knowing they would never tell Charlotte where she had gone. From now on it was just a waiting game.

The call came three days later. Charlotte was at work and called Virginia the second she found out.

"He's dead," was all she said.

Roman and Dean sat in each end of the three-seat sofa in Seth's house. Seth was inside the bedroom to get something he wanted to show them. He came walking back into to livingroom and dumped down on the middle spot between them on the couch. He held up a ring box with a proud look on his face.

"Well?" Roman asked.
"Well what?" Seth asked.
"Are you just gonna show us the box or do we actually get to see the ring?" Dean chuckled.
"Oh, right," Seth said.

He opened the box and showed them the ring that he had picked out a year before and held on to for all this time.

"It's beautiful," Roman said.
"Only the best for my girl," Seth said.
"What do you think she would have said?" Dean asked.
"I would have said yes," a voice came from behind them.

They all three turned their heads in the direction of the voice and saw her standing there in the door between the livingroom and the hallway. For a few seconds no one spoke and then Seth finally gathered himself. He jumped up from the couch and ran to her, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up so her feet left the floor, hugging her tighter than ever.

"He's gone?" He asked down in her hair.
"Yeah," she answered.

That's when he lost it and just started crying into her hair. How he managed to hold her up in the air while slowly falling apart himself, she had no idea. She just knew she could trust him. He would never let her drop.

"I think we better leave," Roman whispered as he poked Dean's shoulder.
"Yeah, good idea," Dean agreed.

They got up from the couch and started walking towards the couple. As Seth heard their footsteps coming closer, he finally decided to put her back down. It didn't take long before two faces were next to hers, giving her a kiss each on her cheeks.

"Welcome home," Dean said.
"We're gonna stop by in a couple of days, but for now you two enjoy your time and catch up," Roman said.
"Thanks," Seth croaked.

Seth still seemed to be lost so she took his hand and led him to the bedroom. How she had missed this home and especially this bed. They lied down on it and she crawled up on his arm like the day at the hotel. His free hand held the ring box up that he had never let go off after showing it to the guys. She chuckled as she reached up, took it from his hand and placed it on the nightstand.

"Maybe make sure first you still want me," she said playfully.
"I'll always want you," he said.
"Okay, but maybe we need to catch up first to be sure. I have a lot to tell and there's gotta be some hurt and anger inside you that you need to work out. Give it a week," she said.
"One week," he said darkly as he kissed her. "One week to fuck you into oblivion, getting all my frustrations out that way. And then I'm gonna ask you and you better fucking say yes."

She laughed as she grabbed his face and pressed her lips to his again. She swung her leg over his thighs and slowly grinded her crotch against him, earning a low growl from him in return.

"Better make fucking good on that promise, handsome, or I might just not say yes," she teased.
"Oh, I will," he growled as he rolled her over on her back and placed himself on top of her. "I'll never let you go again."