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Summary: This shows what Future Liz was going through while Future Max was trying to change the past. Sequel coming soon!

Changing Perspectives

My body shook with sobs I had suppressed until now.  Tears that I had held at bay now flew with ease down my face as I cried harder than I ever had. I slid down to the floor, my face in my hands as I felt the pain and anger coursing through me.

It had been the hardest thing I had ever done in my life – to let Max go and change the past and thus the future – my future, our future. I had been strong for him. I had had to be because I knew there was no other way. But it still made me hurt and angry; it still made me regret sending him back.

I looked up with red, puffy eyes at the offending thing that had started all of this and now would finish it off too: the granolith. Looking at it made me realize the reality of all of this. It finally sunk in that from now on everything would be different. I would be different. This timeline would no longer exist, that now Max and Tess would be together. My other version and the other Max would never have that wonderful Vegas wedding, they would never have their beautiful daughter, and they would never have all of the wonderful moments of married life.

I stood up abruptly, frustration raging through me. I stood glaring at the granolith, blaming it for all of our troubles. I took a few steps further and hesitantly touched it's wall. As soon as I did I got an image of Max standing inside, holding his hand out to me, his eyes filled with despair as he realized that he would loose me. I let out a strangled sob as I hit the granolith with my fist, trying to unleash my anger. But just after the first blow I began to sob harder and my hands felt weak as they slid back down to my side.

Once again my tears began to flow but this time more slow and silent. I held my left hand in front of me as I cried and gazed at my wedding ring. The gold glinted in the lighting in the pod chamber as I brought it up to my lips, kissing it, my only connection with Max now.

As the ring touched my lips, I gasped as an image flashed before my eyes. I saw myself when I was sixteen, standing in front of a mirror, reciting my wedding vows when Max – my Max – appeared at my window. I opened my eyes slowly once the image disappeared.  I glanced tearfully at the ring and then the granolith…it had begun.

THE END