A/N: Yeah, this chapter totally sucked to write. I kept thinking about that one song "Halleighluiah" when I did it. There's only one more to wrap this up though.

Knowing together that we
Did it all for the Glory of Love
We'll live forever

Horror woke up every morning to the feeling of his body dying by inches. It was a slow, painful process. It was like every molecule was a rat jumping a sinking ship, like his very DNA was being unwound. No matter how many pain killers he downed he could still feel the odd lightening behind his eyes and the hollowness of his bones. His muscles were atrophying quickly, and he knew that it wouldn't be long at all now.

The second he opened his eyes around a month after he first heard his grim diagnostic he knew. Feebly he tried to lift his head up but the only result was a swimming sensation and then he laid back; exhausted. It took an excessive amount of strength and concentration to move his arms, and the space between each blink was an eternity. Yes, he knew that death was just around the corner.

Glory knew too. He didn't know how she knew so early in the morning it was still dark outside, but she did. She didn't say anything though, just kissed his lips and his forehead. For a minute he thought he saw tears in her eyes, but she blinked and they were gone. Her forehead pressed against his and he could feel her tightened breathing on him.

There was no sign of panic, just calmness, probably for his sake. She was strong, much stronger than he deserved. Weakly he labored until his hand rested on hers. She gripped it tightly, but not overly so, mindful that his skin bruised easily now. Then she settled back into his embrace with her head on his chest.

Hours passed after that, neither of them saying a word. Every now and then Glory would get up and get him a glass of water or go to the bathroom, but she tried to stay in his arms for as long as she could. He knew it couldn't be comfortable for her; he was breaking out into a cold sweat and shivering uncontrollably. She had turned up the heat to no avail and despite the fact that her own skin felt like fire she remained with him.

The clock continued to tick and Horror felt himself draining away. It most certainly wouldn't be long at all now. With more effort than he had ever used for anything in his life before, he turned his head and placed his lips on her forehead. Then, in a strangled whisper that he barely recognized as his voice, he said;

"There's an envelope in my suitcase," he said, "It has instructions for the…afterwards. Who to call…that sort of thing."

She nodded but didn't say anything. Swallowing he sought the words that he had wanted so very desperately to say to her.

"I would've spent the rest of my life with you."

Her arms around him tightened.

"Met Gina. Said to hell with the Academy. Married you," he murmured, "Had children. Seen that bakery of yours open and fought over Shakespeare plays. I'd give anything, anything at all to have been able to-"

"Shhhh," she said, tilting her head so that she could look him in the eye, "I know. I know."

Glory paused for another minute before saying in a choked voice;

"And I would've said yes. In fact I still say yes."

She kissed him again and settled her head over the pulse in his neck.

"I love you," she said, "More than I've ever loved anything, more than I ever will love anything. I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered, "I love you too."

It was once more dark outside when Glory felt the pulse in his neck stop, but she didn't pay attention to it. She was in denial, and the longer she could go on as such the better. Seconds later she noticed that his breath stopped stirring her hair. She didn't move though, not for another hour, not until the body had been chilled with death and she was absolutely certain. Trembling, her fingers gently closed his eyes.

With a terrible presence of mind she got up and got dressed. She had something to eat, what it was exactly she couldn't remember. It wasn't as though she tasted any of it. Then, mechanically, she brushed her teeth and found the envelope in his suitcase. Numbly she read the instructions and made the required calls. Getting her things together she loaded them into the rental car before going back into the cabin for one last time.

In a dream-like state she reentered the bedroom. The instructions had told her she should be gone before Hargreeves arrived. Though the instructions hadn't said it, it sounded like Horror had been scared that he would end up hurting her or saying something horrible. She fully intended to fulfill his wishes, having no inclination to meet the man that had tormented her beloved so in life. Besides, she had already been hurt enough in the past hours to sustain her even if she lived for thousands of years.

Tenderly she ran her fingertips over a forehead that was just a skull with thin skin stretched over it. She covered him with the blanket up to his chin, why she wasn't quite sure. Then she leaned over and kissed him on the thin, stiff, cold lips that the disease had left him. Quietly she turned off the lights and left the cabin. Her hands fumbled with the keys for a few minutes before she turned on the ignition and started driving.

She drove for hours. Despite the fact that it was now nearly the next day, she only stopped once to fill up the tank with gas when it ran to empty. She wasn't tired, just hollow. The man behind the counter had looked at her oddly and she knew it was because of her dead face. However, she didn't mind. She knew that it didn't matter anymore what he or anyone else thought. It really didn't.

When the sun first came up into the sky she reached her destination; Gina's new flat. Glory wasn't sure what had propelled her to the place; she just knew that she couldn't return to her old home. She probably couldn't even return to her old job now. No, it wasn't just a home or a job; she couldn't return to her old life.

After ringing the doorbell she heard her sister move around on the other side of the door.

"Angela? Did you forget something? You're not supposed to be back for another three weeks-"

Gina's voice stopped abruptly as she took in her sister. Glory didn't know how she looked, didn't care, but the absolutely horrified look on her sister's face gave her a momentary twinge of emotion. The girl was worried about her, about what had happened to her. However, she was a smart girl. It didn't take more than eight seconds for her to figure out what had happened.

"He's gone, isn't he Be?" she asked.

There were no words as Glory collapsed into her sister's arms, all but screaming. Tears that she had fought since the previous morning spilled out, fighting for their newfound freedom. They flowed into her mouth; choking her slightly. Quickly Gina caught her and shut the door behind her. Then the younger sister just held on to her, knowing that there were no words to comfort her.