Disclaimer: Not mine, all Baz. Oh wait! I own Ami, Lord William and Ami. Copyrights for those three go to moi!

Ami was lost without him. There was no way around it. She was alone, completely. She had no one else, except for maybe the maid and butler. She had no friends, except for those at the stuffy parties Lord William had taken her to. But there was no one her age there, no one she could trust, no one she could gossip too, not even a sister. Her mother had not lived long enough to have one.

But wait! Why hadn't she thought of it before! Of course! She could invite her Uncle Larson. So he wasn't her uncle, more like a good family friend. He knew her parents from childhood. He told her stories of her parents when she was little.

Sure, she barely spoke to her dear friend but she knew that he would come for her and take her away from this place, away from the memories.

Away from Christian.

Oh how awful that sounded. How could she separate from him? He needed her and she needed him. But they had fallen in love to hard and to fast. One day. After one day they were in love? That seemed so odd, how could something so special like love happen.

She flopped onto the bed just to hide her head in the sheets. Tears rolled down her face and Ami unable to resist them, sobbed harder.

Oh Christian, her beloved Christian. How she loved him. Why was it like this, why did Lord William die, why was Christian still so in love with his diamond? Why did the diamond get Christian when she was left with nothing?

She got up with gained courage and walked across the plush carpeting to her vanity and took out stationary, dabbed her feather into the ink and began to write.

Dearest Uncle Larson,

As you must have heard by now, Lord William is dead.

I am alone, heartbroken and full of agony. You must come, please, to cheer me. Rid me of this awful disease called heartache.

Forever yours,

Lady Ami LeBlanc

She read the letter. It sounded like a confession of love.

But wasn't that what she wanted? She didn't want to be alone. Uncle Larson would make a very good husband.

She rang the small bronze bell for the maid who came within minutes.

"I need you to run this to the mailbox. It's important. I want it to be mailed today." Ami said, looking straight at the maid.

The maid nodded and left.

Her future had now been decided.

*****

Bottles were thrown everywhere; fairies looked at the broken man from every corner of the tiny room.

"Well green fairy, everyone's left me. Satine's gone, and now Ami. When are you going green fairy?" He stared at the bottle. Unblinking eyes stared back at him.

He threw it against the wall.

He picked up every bottle and threw it against the wall; millions of pieces of glass shattered everywhere.

When there were no more bottles left, he threw his chair, his desk even his precious typewriter, the very same one he had bought back, just to remember Satine.

He let out a long scream, one that seemed to last forever. One scream held all of his pain and torment. Sliding down the wall to the floor, he brushed away the glass that cut into his skin, and ignored the bloody marks. Tears fell to the ground. They were everlasting.

He was in so much agony. He had lost everything.

His eyes lingered to the nightstand where his book lay. He never published it and he never wanted to. It was their story. Only theirs.

He flipped to the book to the end. He read it aloud.

"'You've got to go on Christian.' Satine, my darling angel, pleaded to me. But I couldn't. I couldn't say yes, not if it meant leaving Satine. She was everything to me.

'I can't go on without you.' I said, I couldn't see straight, my eyes were too clouded with tears.

'You've got so much to live for.' She breathed, gasping for air to fill her aching lungs.

It was then that I realized that she wouldn't leave me until I granted this one promise. She wanted me to be happy. I choked at the thought of being happy without her . . . I nodded my head, knowing deep down this was the end."

Christian stopped, remembering every single word Satine ever said to him, every kiss she gave him, every smile she sent him. Then, somehow, Ami crept into his memory. He soon began remembering everything about her. He felt he was betraying Satine, how could he ever live without her? But he loved Ami. He loved her so much it hurt.

Then he knew.

Satine had wanted him to be happy.

Ami made him happy.

*****

Ami waited at the bay window. She watched the butler unload her uncle's things. She watched the butler carry them up the walk to the house. She watched her uncle walk up the walkway behind him.

She watched everything as if it was happening to someone else, because she knew; she knew that if this was her life. It was a new beginning, and the old Ami along with everything and everyone she'd ever known was gone forever. Including Christian.

Her uncle was smart, handsome, kind and gentle. She would marry, have children and be a respectable wife. She would finally be rid of Lord William, and as she forced the thought into her head, she would finally be rid of Christian.

Wasn't that what she wanted?