~A/N~ Hey everyone. Well, this is it. The final chapter in The End of
Forever. I'm so sad! I loved this story so much and it touched my heart. I
really need you to review this chapter more than any because this is the
end. Did you like it? I hope so! Tell me!
I am currently working on a new piece because I am stuck in all the other stories. So look for that. Thank you for being faithful readers and reviewers! Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell.
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Michael made the call the next morning to Roswell. He rang Liz's house and told her the news. Liz had cried sorrowfully asking when it had happened and promised to fly down immediately.
They all arrived that afternoon- every single one of them: Liz, Kyle, Isabel and Alex. Liz and Isabel were wrecks and Alex and Kyle held somber faces when Michael gave them the details of when and where the funeral would be held.
The funeral was wretched and it seemed to drag on for hours and Michael was stuck there with introductions and memories of "the good old days" from the people who knew Maria best. From the people who knew Maria more than Michael.
All he wanted to do was escape the room of sadness and death. After three hours Michael had met pretty much everyone there was to meet with Amy introducing him as "Maria's boyfriend" and people looking at him with such sympathy it made him sick. He escaped to a corner and sat in a chair. One by one the Roswellians filtered over and gathered around him, sitting in a group of chairs and not saying a thing.
"So you're Michael?" The voice questioned from behind him and quickly Michael turned to see a young boy around their age followed by a train of two girls looking at him timidly.
"I'm Adam," he pointed behind him, "Lisa, Alexia." Instantly Michael's mind shot back to one of the nights he had sat with Maria when she was in such pain.
*Flashback*
"You're so lucky to have had friends like you do back in Roswell your whole life," Maria said sighing as she leaned back on the pillows. Michael could see the exhaustion on her face but she had insisted he stay in to talk to her.
"You have us now Maria," Michael said smiling warmly as he took her hand in his. "Didn't you ever have good friends like us before?"
Maria shook her head sadly. "Well, I did sort of. I used to be really good friends with Adam, Lisa, and Alexia. We were the best of friends and we had so much fun together. When I got sick it was really hard on us all. They came to see me regularly for awhile but as the weeks wore on I saw less and less of them.
"When I finally got out of the hospital I thought it could all go back to normal, you know? But once I got back to school everyone treated me differently. Adam, Lisa, and Alexia especially. You would think that my very best friends would treat me the way they had for years but they didn't.
"One day I asked them why they couldn't just act the same around me and we all got in a huge fight where, basically, they told me they could never hang out with me anymore because it scared them so much that I would get sick again.
"When I really did sick again it definitely cemented our non-relationship and we haven't talked for- for months at least. They hurt me a lot and I only wish I'd had friends like you, Liz, Izzy, Kyle, and Alex my whole life." Maria admitted as she slowly closed her eyes.
"You should sleep Maria," Michael said looking at her worriedly.
"I think I'm going to. I'll see you tomorrow Michael," she said with a distant tone in her voice as she instantly slipped into a deep sleep.
*End of Flashback*
Michael looked them over and nodded. "Yeah, I'm Michael. This is Liz, Isabel, Alex, and Kyle," Michael said motioning behind him as his friends stood to face the new group.
Adam looked around nervously. "Maria used to be our friend," he said, his voice quiet and almost hushed.
"Yeah she told me about you guys," Michael said with a hint of bitterness to his voice. "Do you even think you should be here?" He blurted out and saw the look of grief flash across each one of their faces.
"Look, I know you think you could have stood through it too but you weren't there Michael," Adam said quickly defending the three. "You got to see her when she was trying to be normal! You didn't know the Maria we knew when she was so sick in the hospital. You can't say that you knew." Michael watched as the two silent girls nodded behind him.
"I was there Adam, I was there when Maria was on her last legs. I was there when Maria took her last breath so don't even think that you can tell me I don't know how sick Maria was. Basically, I stood by her and so did all of them. I can't say that much for you." Michael could tell his words had hit them and he saw silent sobs shuddering through Lisa's body as she looked at him.
Quickly Lisa turned and bolted out of the room and Alexia followed behind her leaving Adam. "You're right Michael. It wasn't fair what we did to Maria and the girls know it too. All I want is to say I'm sorry to her but now I know it's too late. Maria's gone," he said sadly and followed behind Alexia in pursuit of Lisa leaving Michael and the others to watch them go.
~ A few days later ~
Michael hauled his suitcase up on the bed and looked at it with dismay. He didn't want to go back but knew he could never stay. He knew Amy DeLuca didn't want him to go but he couldn't stay in this place where Maria had lived so many years of her short life. He could still smell her when he walked by her room and every time he got a whiff of her it brought back so many memories of his false happiness- the happiness that could never last.
Shaking his head Michael unzipped the suitcase and went over to the dresser, taking out his clothes and placing them in the bag. As he was turning away something in the suitcase caught his eye and he turned back curiously peering into the bag.
He pulled out a sheet of white paper and turned it over in his hand curiously. He unfolded it and when he saw her writing he felt his heart catch in his chest. It was from Maria.
Michael,
Now that you read this I am sure that I am gone. I know that you feel that in some way this is all your fault- don't. Nothing has ever been your fault no matter how much you want to make yourself believe. I know you tried to get your powers back. Those days when you came in to try your powers on me I could feel you connecting with me and I'm severely hoping you didn't see too many embarrassing moments of mine. For the first time seeing into your soul I saw what it was like to be Michael Guerin. Alone and wandering through the desert after breaking out of your pod and the loneliness you felt going from foster home to foster home. The love you felt meeting Max and Isabel who were exactly like you.
I know you like to pass the blame to yourself when situations get tough. I didn't tell you but last night Isabel visited me in my dream. She told me not to let you take the blame for it all just because you didn't get Max's power. She also told me that when you get back to Roswell things were going to be different. You all were going to get along better and she was finally accepting the death of Max.
I don't want to go Michael, I'm so scared. To go ahead and see something that no one even knows is there is scarier than I could ever imagine. I think it is somewhat how you feel though, being from somewhere you don't know exists but everyone tells you it does so you believe it. So in more ways than one I've learned what it's like to be you Michael Guerin.
This letter is really a thank you. I want you to know how much you meant to me and how much it meant that you came up to Chicago to be with me in my last weeks. I never knew what love was before I met you and lucky me, I got to learn how to love before I died. I hope I taught you as much as you taught me over the weeks, Michael, because you taught me life lessons that I can't even explain on paper.
I love you Michael and my one wish is that you don't fear your power and don't fear that you aren't a good ruler. I know that some day you'll get to go up to Antar and you'll finally see how wonderful a leader you actually are.
If I could leave you with one thing to remember me by, one phrase you can utter that would always remind you of me, it is never be afraid. Never hide from what you want and never settle for less than you deserve. Once I'm gone I want you to fall in love again, I know it might be hard but you have to promise me you'll make some girl as happy as you made me. I want you to lead your people with no fear and show everyone the person you've showed me in the last few weeks.
I love you Michael and I will miss you more than you could ever imagine. I promise to say hi to Max for you once I get wherever I am going.
-Maria
Michael set down the letter and quickly wiped the tears from his eyes. Maria only wanted the best for him. He could tell it killed her to tell him to love again but she had done it for his good.
Maria was fearless and Michael only now saw the fear in himself that Maria had seen all along. Fear of the past when Max died and fear of the inevitable future of leading his people.
Michael could only pray that some day he would be like Maria who truly was fearless. She had asked him if she had taught him as much as he had taught her. Maria DeLuca had taught Michael an undeniable and everlasting lesson. She had taught him to love and she had taught him to go on. To live his life without fear and to be the ruler he was destined to be. No one could ask for more than what Maria had given him. Maria had given him happiness unlike any he had ever known, and he knew he would love her forever.
I am currently working on a new piece because I am stuck in all the other stories. So look for that. Thank you for being faithful readers and reviewers! Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell.
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Michael made the call the next morning to Roswell. He rang Liz's house and told her the news. Liz had cried sorrowfully asking when it had happened and promised to fly down immediately.
They all arrived that afternoon- every single one of them: Liz, Kyle, Isabel and Alex. Liz and Isabel were wrecks and Alex and Kyle held somber faces when Michael gave them the details of when and where the funeral would be held.
The funeral was wretched and it seemed to drag on for hours and Michael was stuck there with introductions and memories of "the good old days" from the people who knew Maria best. From the people who knew Maria more than Michael.
All he wanted to do was escape the room of sadness and death. After three hours Michael had met pretty much everyone there was to meet with Amy introducing him as "Maria's boyfriend" and people looking at him with such sympathy it made him sick. He escaped to a corner and sat in a chair. One by one the Roswellians filtered over and gathered around him, sitting in a group of chairs and not saying a thing.
"So you're Michael?" The voice questioned from behind him and quickly Michael turned to see a young boy around their age followed by a train of two girls looking at him timidly.
"I'm Adam," he pointed behind him, "Lisa, Alexia." Instantly Michael's mind shot back to one of the nights he had sat with Maria when she was in such pain.
*Flashback*
"You're so lucky to have had friends like you do back in Roswell your whole life," Maria said sighing as she leaned back on the pillows. Michael could see the exhaustion on her face but she had insisted he stay in to talk to her.
"You have us now Maria," Michael said smiling warmly as he took her hand in his. "Didn't you ever have good friends like us before?"
Maria shook her head sadly. "Well, I did sort of. I used to be really good friends with Adam, Lisa, and Alexia. We were the best of friends and we had so much fun together. When I got sick it was really hard on us all. They came to see me regularly for awhile but as the weeks wore on I saw less and less of them.
"When I finally got out of the hospital I thought it could all go back to normal, you know? But once I got back to school everyone treated me differently. Adam, Lisa, and Alexia especially. You would think that my very best friends would treat me the way they had for years but they didn't.
"One day I asked them why they couldn't just act the same around me and we all got in a huge fight where, basically, they told me they could never hang out with me anymore because it scared them so much that I would get sick again.
"When I really did sick again it definitely cemented our non-relationship and we haven't talked for- for months at least. They hurt me a lot and I only wish I'd had friends like you, Liz, Izzy, Kyle, and Alex my whole life." Maria admitted as she slowly closed her eyes.
"You should sleep Maria," Michael said looking at her worriedly.
"I think I'm going to. I'll see you tomorrow Michael," she said with a distant tone in her voice as she instantly slipped into a deep sleep.
*End of Flashback*
Michael looked them over and nodded. "Yeah, I'm Michael. This is Liz, Isabel, Alex, and Kyle," Michael said motioning behind him as his friends stood to face the new group.
Adam looked around nervously. "Maria used to be our friend," he said, his voice quiet and almost hushed.
"Yeah she told me about you guys," Michael said with a hint of bitterness to his voice. "Do you even think you should be here?" He blurted out and saw the look of grief flash across each one of their faces.
"Look, I know you think you could have stood through it too but you weren't there Michael," Adam said quickly defending the three. "You got to see her when she was trying to be normal! You didn't know the Maria we knew when she was so sick in the hospital. You can't say that you knew." Michael watched as the two silent girls nodded behind him.
"I was there Adam, I was there when Maria was on her last legs. I was there when Maria took her last breath so don't even think that you can tell me I don't know how sick Maria was. Basically, I stood by her and so did all of them. I can't say that much for you." Michael could tell his words had hit them and he saw silent sobs shuddering through Lisa's body as she looked at him.
Quickly Lisa turned and bolted out of the room and Alexia followed behind her leaving Adam. "You're right Michael. It wasn't fair what we did to Maria and the girls know it too. All I want is to say I'm sorry to her but now I know it's too late. Maria's gone," he said sadly and followed behind Alexia in pursuit of Lisa leaving Michael and the others to watch them go.
~ A few days later ~
Michael hauled his suitcase up on the bed and looked at it with dismay. He didn't want to go back but knew he could never stay. He knew Amy DeLuca didn't want him to go but he couldn't stay in this place where Maria had lived so many years of her short life. He could still smell her when he walked by her room and every time he got a whiff of her it brought back so many memories of his false happiness- the happiness that could never last.
Shaking his head Michael unzipped the suitcase and went over to the dresser, taking out his clothes and placing them in the bag. As he was turning away something in the suitcase caught his eye and he turned back curiously peering into the bag.
He pulled out a sheet of white paper and turned it over in his hand curiously. He unfolded it and when he saw her writing he felt his heart catch in his chest. It was from Maria.
Michael,
Now that you read this I am sure that I am gone. I know that you feel that in some way this is all your fault- don't. Nothing has ever been your fault no matter how much you want to make yourself believe. I know you tried to get your powers back. Those days when you came in to try your powers on me I could feel you connecting with me and I'm severely hoping you didn't see too many embarrassing moments of mine. For the first time seeing into your soul I saw what it was like to be Michael Guerin. Alone and wandering through the desert after breaking out of your pod and the loneliness you felt going from foster home to foster home. The love you felt meeting Max and Isabel who were exactly like you.
I know you like to pass the blame to yourself when situations get tough. I didn't tell you but last night Isabel visited me in my dream. She told me not to let you take the blame for it all just because you didn't get Max's power. She also told me that when you get back to Roswell things were going to be different. You all were going to get along better and she was finally accepting the death of Max.
I don't want to go Michael, I'm so scared. To go ahead and see something that no one even knows is there is scarier than I could ever imagine. I think it is somewhat how you feel though, being from somewhere you don't know exists but everyone tells you it does so you believe it. So in more ways than one I've learned what it's like to be you Michael Guerin.
This letter is really a thank you. I want you to know how much you meant to me and how much it meant that you came up to Chicago to be with me in my last weeks. I never knew what love was before I met you and lucky me, I got to learn how to love before I died. I hope I taught you as much as you taught me over the weeks, Michael, because you taught me life lessons that I can't even explain on paper.
I love you Michael and my one wish is that you don't fear your power and don't fear that you aren't a good ruler. I know that some day you'll get to go up to Antar and you'll finally see how wonderful a leader you actually are.
If I could leave you with one thing to remember me by, one phrase you can utter that would always remind you of me, it is never be afraid. Never hide from what you want and never settle for less than you deserve. Once I'm gone I want you to fall in love again, I know it might be hard but you have to promise me you'll make some girl as happy as you made me. I want you to lead your people with no fear and show everyone the person you've showed me in the last few weeks.
I love you Michael and I will miss you more than you could ever imagine. I promise to say hi to Max for you once I get wherever I am going.
-Maria
Michael set down the letter and quickly wiped the tears from his eyes. Maria only wanted the best for him. He could tell it killed her to tell him to love again but she had done it for his good.
Maria was fearless and Michael only now saw the fear in himself that Maria had seen all along. Fear of the past when Max died and fear of the inevitable future of leading his people.
Michael could only pray that some day he would be like Maria who truly was fearless. She had asked him if she had taught him as much as he had taught her. Maria DeLuca had taught Michael an undeniable and everlasting lesson. She had taught him to love and she had taught him to go on. To live his life without fear and to be the ruler he was destined to be. No one could ask for more than what Maria had given him. Maria had given him happiness unlike any he had ever known, and he knew he would love her forever.