Part 3 – Leave

Max climbed the ladder to the balcony with the strength of a man with a purpose, a man on a mission.

He'd thought it through and determined that tonight he would make Liz pay attention. It was time for her to shed this notion that he belonged to someone else.

She still loved him. He knew that from the powerful kisses he'd stolen from her since she returned. Tonight she was going to that concert with him or he'd just have to kiss her into submission.

As he reached the landing he heard the sounds of hushed conversation from Liz's room. Stepping to the window he froze, unable to breathe at the sight. Liz lying naked under her covers and Kyle lying beside of her, appearing to also be naked. He stood stunned. He met Liz's eyes. He saw guilt and fear, but strangely not surprise.

He backed away expecting her to try and catch him. To tell him that his eyes were deceiving, that he hadn't seen what he thought he'd seen.

But she didn't. His heart hurt as he wandered the sidewalks alone, empty. How was this possible? How could she do this? And how had she known that he'd be there? He found a bench in the park and tried to sort through it.

How could she go back to Kyle? What made her jump into bed with him? The questions boggled his mind. Then he wasn't alone…

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Six months later.

I can still see him standing there in my room. He tells he's only going to ask one more time. I didn't answer. I couldn't. But he must have taken that to be an answer, because he just shut down. He looked so lost and hopeless. It felt like a door closed, smashing my heart in its hinges. Then he left. He didn't see me crumple. He never saw me cry myself to sleep for the millionth time.

I never wanted to feel so alone. I didn't want it to be this way. If I ever see him again, the bastard from the future, I will kill him for putting us through this.

Later, when he got closer to her, we all became more disjointed. It eventually fractured into more of an "Us versus Them" situation as we dealt with the death of Alex.

As much as Alex's death hurt, it was made worse by his stubborn denials of anything that left my mouth. It got so bad that I was afraid he would say the sky was green if I mentioned how blue it was.

But the last straw was that he knocked up that bitch. I don't trust her. I certainly don't trust him. I want to ask him: "What ever happened to Mr. "Be Prepared" Boy Scout? Exactly where was your raincoat that night?

"I both love and hate the necklace. I love it because it is your heritage. I hate it because it is a consolation prize, the "I have royally screwed up" consolation prize. And now you are leaving me, again. You bastard. You had the nerve to expect me to feel…what? Sorry for you? I'm glad you don't love her the way you love me, because I sure as hell wouldn't wish this abuse and misery on anyone. Not even her.

"You're going home to what? Wife? Baby? Enemies? Prison? Death?

"I can't believe you slept with her. It was supposed to have been me. Alex was not supposed to die."

Since I can't tell him this, I need to talk to Maria. But she's not home and this overgrown gorilla doesn't make me feel like Max does. I make him stop.

Finally, she's home. She's practically glowing. Great. I'm glad to know that I'm officially the last virgin in Roswell.

He's leaving in just a few hours. How will I be able to handle it?

The tapping. Amy? Kyle. Alex. Tess! Oh God. And I'm off again to save your sorry, miserable life.

Tess was supposed to be the reason we all lived. Not the reason Alex died. If I ever see that bastard from the future again…

leave

It's amazing

how you make your face just like a wall

how you take your heart and turn it off

how I turn my head and lose it all

It's unnerving

how just one move puts me by myself

there you go just trusting someone else

now I know I put us both through hell

I'm not saying

there wasn't nothing wrong

I just didn't think you'd ever get tired of me

I'm not saying

we ever had the right to hold on

I just didn't wanna let it get away from me

But if that's how it's gonna leave

straight out from underneath

then we'll see who's sorry now

If that's how it's gonna stand, when

you know you've been depending on

the one you're leaving now

the one you're leaving out

It's aggravating

how you threw me on

and you tore me out

how your good intentions turn to doubt

the way you needed time to sort it out

Tell me is that how it's going to end

when you know you've been depending on

the one you're leaving now

and the one you're leaving out