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8 years after Lizzie lost her child with Ethan, 8 years after she and Gordo finally got together. She was standing in the graveyard, tracing the name on the gravestone; soon she felt a soft mist beginning to fall.

"David, honey! It's almost time to go!" she called into the distance. She searched around frantically for him, unable to see through the thick forming fog. She smiled brightly when she saw the love of her life run up to her. She embraced him in a giant hug, and kissed him on the forehead. The both stared intently at the gravestone for a while.

David walked over to it, as Lizzie had done. He brought his hands to his lips, kissed them and pressed it into the name. It was the ritual they had both preformed for the last year. Every month they would come out. Today however was a special day. Today was the anniversary of the death. It wasn't a celebration, or mourning. It was simply recognition.

David and Lizzie would read out of a battered up notebook, and talk about the things they read. They would talk about the times when Lizzie was little. They would talk about whatever suited them at the moment. Soon, when it began to get a little chilly because of the rain, they walked hand in hand out of the cemetery.

David looked at Lizzie and saw the tears in her eyes. He hated when she cried. He stopped walking abruptly and hugged Lizzie. He leaned into her eyes and said, "Don't cry momma. You'll see daddy someday." Lizzie hugged David, and they walked off into the distance, mother and son, always to be together.

A/N: Heck yeah, I know it's short! Didja expect it? Probably. =p Meh, anyway. This is the end folks. Look for Lizzie's POV coming out soon!