A/N: WOW! I don't think I have ever taken this much time to update something....SORRY!!! Eeek I feel so bad about it, but I am having SO much trouble juggling all the stories I'm doing right now!
But the good (or I guess bad news for those that liked this story) is that this is the last chapter. Yes, I know it wasn't very long...actually incredibly short, but actually it went on way longer than I initially intended it to. There goes my pencil running away with me again ;)
Oh and thanks so much guys for all the awesome feedback! I feel so touched that you guys took all that time to really think about this and write really great reviews! Unfortunately though I love all the ideas y'all put in (I'm Texan, sorry I can't help it) I was too far along when I read the reviews to incorporate any of the suggestions into the fic tear
But
I really appreciate them all nonetheless!
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Um really quickly I wanted to address
some of the things that were brought up. One thing I remember is
someone mentioning about Kirjava right? Don't worry I never forgot
about her, it's just that this entire story is done in Lyra's
perspective, and if you remember, daemons never speak to anyone but
their own masters...at least I'm pretty sure...sorry guys if you
wanted to hear from her, but I really don't know how I would put
her in there.
Another thing I think I read in a review was
that Lyra was supposed to have grown and everything, and that she
shouldn't be doing childish stuff like playing on the roofs. Then
someone also said that I shouldn't have put in that bit of the
'other boy'. Hmm now how to respond to that...GREAT observations
by the way...
Okay,
I think that while yes, Lyra did grow, I also think that this
separation between her and Will might have made her want something
familiar you know? That she might feel safer doing things that she
always did, things that actually hadn't changed...you get
what I'm saying? And about the 'other boy'...I actually don't
even know myself about that. I really have been in an internal debate
ever since I read that and I still haven't really come up with an
answer to whether that might happen or not. Because the point really
of the other boy was so that you guys knew that Lyra was having so
much trouble getting over Will. You know, that opportunity had
presented itself but she still couldn't force herself to take
it.
God, I really have rambling issues sorry! Anyways, here is
the final chapter, and I hope you guys enjoy it. It is a bit short,
but I was hoping to wrap it up in less time, because I was just DYING
to post something new. Even so, I put a lot of work into it! So
remember to read and review!!! You now know how much I love those
reviews!!!
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Meeting of the Hearts:
Chapter
2
"So..."
He cleared his throat. "What about this uh, mischief you were
telling me about? I hope you haven't snuck into anymore
wardrobes."
Lyra
laughed, and she liked think that he was smiling too even if she
couldn't see him. "Oh no, don't worry. I don't think I will
ever be hiding in another one of those again. Too dusty I
think."
This
time Will was the one to chuckle. "Okay, so if that's not your
style anymore, what have you been doing?"
"Oh
lots of stuff Will. You wouldn't believe some of the fixes I can
get myself into sometimes."
"Oh
really?" he gasped. "I can't imagine you getting into
trouble."
Lyra
stuck her tongue out at him. It took a second before she remembered
he wasn't there. Her heart sank and, feeling very stupid, she
decided to change the subject. "Well yes, I am quite the trouble
maker. But what about you Will? It's been an entire year and you're
just as good as me at getting into hopeless fixes."
"I
suppose you could say that...but as for trouble, I really haven't
been doing much of anything. I am living with Mary right now, until I
can find somewhere else...I think I might be able to look up a
relative of my mother's or something or something. Mom's doing a
lot better by the way. She's even talking again."
Lyra
could just hear the smile on his lips and her heart sang for him. He
loved his mother so much and she was so happy for him.
"Mary
got me a job at her office doing some minor paper work while I look
for something better...I think we're going to be
alright."
Lyra
heard him run his hand through his hair again, and this time, she
smiled. She smiled a big, wide smile from the depths of her heart.
She couldn't believe she was talking to him at last. It had been so
long, and it was rapture just being able to hear his voice again.
"That sounds really nice Will...I'm happy for you."
"But
it's so hard Lyra," he choked suddenly. "I swear I haven't
gone a night without dreaming of you. You are all I think of every
second of every day...Lyra I love you so much." His breathing was
ragged, but gradually slowing as he fought for words. "I say that I
am making all this progress. I mean I told you that I have a job and
I'm going to school but...but I just can't help but feel that
it's all for nothing if I can't share it with
you."
Lyra's
smile fell. So he was still hurting just as much as her. He still
suffered like she. Oh God how her heart now ached for him. How she
wished she could just hold him close even if for one last time. Both
Lyra and Will were silent for a long time. After a while Lyra opened
her mouth but was interrupted when Will let out a heart-wrenching
moan.
"No!
Please," he cried. "Just a little longer please!"
Time
froze and Lyra's heart plummeted. Icy dread crept up her spine, and
something twisted painfully in her gut. The angels...their time was
ending. "NO!" Lyra wailed. "Will! No! Don't go! Please!
Please tell the angels! Make them give us a little
longer!"
"It's
so hard for them Lyra. I don't think they can hold it much longer."
He paused only long enough for a gasping sob. "God I love you Lyra.
You have to know that! I love you so much! But –"
"NO!
No, don't say goodbye!" she screamed frantically. Tears burst
forth anew. Her whole body wracked with her choking sobs. "Please
don't say goodbye! Not yet! Not now!"
"You
are the most beautiful person I have ever met Lyra." Wills voice
was starting to fade. "I love everything about you. Your spirit,
your passion...your love."
"I
love you! Please don't go! I love you!" Lyra beat her fists
bloody against the hard granite of the bench. "I don't have a
reason to live without you!" A furious blind rage began to envelope
her. "Don't you dare leave now! I was almost ready to give up on
a happy life Will! But then you came and gave me hope! You made me
think that we could...that we could..."
"Lyra..."
His voice was barely a whisper now. "Please go on...please try to
be happy..."
"No...no...no,"
she kept muttering.
"Just
remember. You don't ever have to stop loving me...nor forget me.
But you just can't let me get in the way...of
new...love..."
"I'll
love you always and forever," she said one last
time.
"As...will...I...light...of...mine...,"
she heard him whisper for the very last time before his heart beat,
his breathing, his voice...left.
The
world was a dreadful place. Pan was curled into a tight little ball
in her lap. Through all of her screaming and panic, she hadn't even
heard his mournful cries. He just lay there shivering, weeping as
best he could. Lyra scooped him up in her arms and hugged him close,
murmuring softly that everything would be okay.
Will
was right. She didn't ever need to stop loving him. He would always
have a special place in her heart. Always and forever is what she
promised, and forever and always is what it would be. Lyra gave one
last hearty sniff and wiped away her tears. Yes, she missed him. Yes,
at the moment everything seemed hopeless. But there was always
tomorrow. The next day always looked brighter than the last. Besides,
she thought. They would always have this place, this bench. They
could still be a part of each other's lives, if however
small.
Lyra
stood and Pan, feeling lifted, clambered back onto her shoulder and
wound himself around her neck. She didn't care how long it took to
move on. She could take as much time as she wanted. The horizon was
looking brighter by the minute. Even though the sun set, every time,
it always rose again.
"Until
next time, Love," Lyra whispered. She kissed the tip of her finger
and pressed it to the little stone bench. Then, after drinking in one
long, last look, she turned and walked away down the shaded path,
dreaming and wondering what the future had in store for
her.
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A/N:
Mmm, well that's a wrap I guess. Thank you all for your thoughts
and constructive criticism, they were much appreciated! I know I
didn't address all of the comments in my reviews but I certainly
did read them!
I hope you enjoyed my humble little fic, and I
really wish to know your input. Have a nice day everybody, and Philip
Pullman rocks!!!!
