A/N Okay, so I lied... Haha. A lovely reviewer by the name of GGirl asked for a oneshot in Zach's POV and it was like BOOM! Writer's explosion. Right there. Haha. So... Here goes. I give you the epilogue...

Zach's POV

Deep breaths.

One... Breathe in...

Two... Breathe out...

Three... In...

Four... Out...

This isn't happening.

It has been ten years.

It has been ten years, and today is the day.

This is happening.

I can't believe this is happening.

This shouldn't be happening, but it is.

Deep breaths.

Deep, deep breaths

In

And

Out.

In

And

Out.

My hands are clammy, and somehow, despite the chill of the room, I am burning up.

But "Zach... Are you okay? You look a little faint" only flashes me back to another day in another place ten years ago when those exact words were spoken to me in another voice.

Deep breaths.

One... In...

Two... Out...

Three... In...

Four... Out...

I can't do this. I can't sit here and watch this.

I can't watch her be lowered down when I have to stay above ground.

I

Want

To

Be

Down

There.

I want to be with her.

It's like watching her be smothered. Like she's still alive.

She isn't alive.

Zach, she's dead.

She. Isn't. Alive.

And I still can't grasp that.

Liz hisses at me again, nudging my leg. And I know she means well, but it takes everything in me to not bite her head off.

I glare at my knees, at the snow-smothered trees around us, at the terrible green AstroTurf that the funeral home laid on the ground under the matching horrible green tent. At anywhere but her glossy white casket. At anywhere but the hole in the ground underneath it.

Liz sighs and gives up, and I see her bite her lip as if to hold back more of the tears that haven't seemed to stop streaming down her face since she stepped off of the plane at the airport.

Bex glares at me, and I can tell she's mad at me for making little Liz cry. Liz is a fragile soul.

Macey just puts an arm around her and pats her back until the tears stop streaming again.

And as much as I loved—love—Cammie, I hate her friends.

They abandoned her when she needed them most. They came back when the going was easiest.

They didn't have to see her fade away right before their eyes like I did. They didn't have to watch her die.

They should have been there.

For

Her.

Because as much as she hated to admit it herself, Cammie was a fragile soul as well.

And she needed them.

By the looks of their crestfallen faces, they might have needed her as well.

But not like I need her.

Rachel is hysterical.

My dad didn't even show up to the funeral, and

I

Want

To

Be

Dead.

Standing by the casket after the preacher has said his words and the crowd has cleared away out of the cold, not being able to look at her motionless, waxy features. The white casket glitters in the afternoon sunlight and the deep purple roses atop it are the prettiest I've ever laid eyes on.

My Cammie is gone. My love is gone. She wants me to live. But where is the life when the source of mine has gone?

And for the first time in a long time, I completely and utterly

Break.

"Zach?" the voice snaps me back to reality.

"Hm?" I grunt, pulling myself out of the lingering tendrils of that hazy goodbye.

"It's time."

And it is.

Today is the day.

It has been ten years.

And today is the day.

I finally look up from my clammy, fidgeting hands as the organ and piano start to play their commanding song.

And there she is.

Dressed in white, head to toe, father leading her down the isle.

Shy smile at me, and I realize that that's both the most timid and most beautiful I've ever seen her.

And it's for ME.

And I'm thinking that I can't do this.

That I can't live through another heartbreak.

That Cammie wouldn't want this. But I know that's a lie.

Because she told me to live.

It seems like both hours and mere milliseconds until she's standing in front of the altar with me, her father giving me her hand, and me taking it with a smirk to hide my nervous jitters.

She told me to LIVE. And although I'll never forget Cammie, I know that this lovely young woman will help me fulfill that wish.

We've already closed on the purchase of our townhouse. We've picked out a puppy to adopt at the local animal shelter.

My fourth grade class sits two rows from the front, staring with wide eyes as their teacher says "I do."

Even wider eyes as he kisses his new wife.

And as the preacher proclaims "Mr. and Mrs. Zachary Goode" lawfully married, the most bright and happy of smiles breaks out across my face.

Because she told me to live. And with Macey, I know that I can do just that. And she will understand every step of the way.

Because it has been ten years since I met Cameron Anne Morgan.

It has been ten years since she changed my life.

It has been ten years since she taught me how to love and live.

It has been ten years since she died.

It has been ten years since I met the second love of my life.

It has been ten years since I resolved to fulfill all the promises I made Cam.

It has been ten years.

And today was the day.

A/N So there it is... It's officially done. Sorry for being all fickle, and I swear, there's like a .19863% chance that will EVER happen again. Haha. So until next time...

—Inez