Irony
Chapter 6
Author: Margarita
Email: margarita782@hotmail.com
Category: Liz angst, slight M/L romance.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Roswell and all of the characters from the show do not belong to me. "In the End" is by Linkin Park, and all lyrics belong to them.
Author's Note: The first part of this is taken directly from the episode "Harvest." All lyrics are in italics. Parts of this piece take place in the future; note the dates at the beginning of the chapters.
Spoilers: "The End of the World," "Harvest," "Max in the City."
Summary: Liz deals with the aftershocks of her promise to future Max.
Warning: Character death.
*What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when
I tried so hard,
And got so far.
But in the end
It doesn't even matter…*
June 2006, the next morning
Maria stopped by after work last night, just like she promised. When I woke up around midnight, she was sitting in my kitchen, humming to herself as she read a magazine and sipped tea. She looked up when I entered the room and immediately ushered me to the kitchen table, insisting that I sit while she got me a cup of tea. A few minutes later, she sat down across from me.
"Thanks." I sighed; the tea was a blessing. "How long have you been here?"
She shrugged. "A few hours. I thought that I should let you sleep, since you have been overworking yourself lately." I started to protest, but she cut me off. "You're letting it torture you again."
I looked up at her, indignant. "Maria, I am not letting anything torture me. What a ridiculous thing to sa—"
"Bullshit, Liz. I know very well that the anniversary of his death is next week." Her face softened. "You have to stop this. Stop blaming yourself. It's been five years. You have to begin to let go."
"Let go?" I shrieked. "Don't tell me about letting go. I'm not the one who leaves her window open every night in the hopes that someone will visit."
"At least he's alive," she snapped.
I knocked the chair over as I stood up, enraged. "Well, thank you very much for informing me that Max is dead, Maria. I was wondering why he hadn't called."
"Liz, I—" she began.
"No. You're right. You're absolutely right. Max is dead, and it's all my fault."
"It is not your fault, Liz. Stop this! No one blames you."
I turned away, my hands shaking as the terror, anger, and guilt of the last five years began to build up inside of me. "I blame myself. That's enough."
