A/N-This is the final entry of Rebecca's journal. Because of the angst I have inserted at the end, I'm going to put my thanks to your reviews here. Please enjoy the last chapter of Through My Eyes! This chapter was also inspired by Sugar-Coated-Evil, so I hope you like it! If not, go flame Sugar…she gave me the idea after all….

Sugar-Coated-Evil-Blush Thank you so much! I'm glad you like it! Don't worry, it will rain! I promise!
Oak- Thank you! I do try! ….You…found out my name….heh…heh…goes off to strangle Sugar-Coated Well, online I prefer to be called Kitty, but yes, it is kewl that we have the same name!
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Mic- Thanks! I know…I feel bad for Becca too…But it must be done! I hope you don't hate me after this one…

Through My Eyes

It's Been A While, Journal,

I haven't touched you in months. If it weren't for Serra I may have never touched you again. I have to go back to Ostia someday soon and thank her. Now, since room is short, I believe you merit just one last entry before I lay you to a final rest upon my shelf. I think I need to write just what did happen…to Wil.

Just seeing his name again hurts. Maybe it's still too soon. But if I don't write it now I may forget, and I never, ever want to forget. I swear I won't let myself forget Wil.

It happened in Ostia. We stayed there only long enough to recover afterwards, before we headed out to meet Nergal. Of course, we did end up defeating him, and going out separate ways. But this is what happened before that.

The nurses had stopped the constant treatment on Wil. Serra had stopped coming to visit me while Wil was asleep because she always left in tears. But I had my hope. I truly believed that my luck out return.

The first day Wil would sit up and laugh and talk with me. By the third, the day they stopped treating him, he could barely move without pain. But still, he smiled, and joked and talked as if nothing had happened. I kept hoping that he would suddenly be better. Lady Lyndis, Kent and Sain were in and out constantly the first few days. Even more than Serra.

I think it must have been somewhere between the third night and forth morning when it began to rain. I could see it on the window. I softly told Wil I'd be back, and left the room. Every step on the carpeted floor is etched into my mind. Down the hall, through the heavy wooden door, around the great stone pillars, out from under the over hang. Into the rain.

And I just stood there, letting the icy water rush over me. I can remember wondering if I were to stand there long enough if maybe the rain would wash it all away. If maybe if I let the cold in…maybe I wouldn't have to fight anymore.

I didn't have my bandana. It had been burned. All of my blood-soaked cloths had been burned. I was wearing one of Serra's silver gowns. I would have to apologize. I knew she would be angry that I'd gotten it wet.

My thoughts were broken.

"You shouldn't be in the rain."

I turned around. There, by the pillar. I could see him. Leaning against the large stone fixture and looking like the hero from a fantasy.

"Wil?" I gasped. How much longer would my legs hold up? They felt so weak. "Oh my god…Wil! You should be in bed! What are you doing?" I called.

He slowly walked over the wet, stone-lain ground to me. I could see the effort it took just for him to stay stable, but I could hardly stand myself. "More sleep isn't going to help me now, Becca." He replied, with a half-hearted smile.

His hair was drooping, falling in his eyes. They were so big…so beautiful…and still they remained so full of life. There was a light coming from them. I wanted to reach for that light. It was the last thing that was precious on the whole dying land.

I took a feeble step forward and wrapped my arms around him. His arms wrapped about me. We stood there for so long in the rain, holding each other up. He was so warm…

"You can defeat him, Becca. I know you can. You'll live a long life, once Nergal is gone…"

"So will you! We'll beat him together! And then we can go back to Pherae! And you can meet my parents! And maybe Dan will be home…"

"Becca…" He held me tighter, I'll never forget that touch. "I'm…not going to be going with you…back to Pherae…"

We sank to the ground. Neither of us able any longer to hold the other up. The rain turned warm on my cheek. Wil was shaking.

"I'm not going to…see you again…for a very long time…Becca…."

"Wil…" It was all I could say. My voice didn't work anymore.

"Please don't die, Becca. Go home to your family. They need you."

"Wil! No…I…"

"Please Becca…" He barely whispered. I held his as if my life depended on that single embrace. I held him as if I'd never let him go. We stayed that way for a long time. Then finally, he pulled away so that I could see his big brown eyes. "I love you, Becca."

"I….I love you too!" I managed to gasp, clutching his shoulders, afraid that he would leave me right there and then.

Our lips touched. In a single golden moment. Frozen forever in time that will never pass, time that will never be forgotten. My first kiss. In my mind, my only kiss.

All things have to pass. That is the consequence of life. You live, you endure, you love, you leave. That was the night I realized that truth. There was no greater power that would save a single heart, when that heart had broken others before it. All things must pass. And they did. A whole world passed from my arms, leaving only one soul behind it, that, and my eternal love, that unlike my memories, will never fade.

After Nergal was defeated and the tears that we needed to cry were shed, I buried Wil, in Pherae. He'd lied. He'd lied when he said he wouldn't come back with me. Because he's here now. He's here in Pherae.

It was raining on the day of the funeral too.

Standing over his grave stone, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Matthew asked. The clouds began to disperse and the rain slowed enough to let a single beam of light through.

I bit my lip and smiled, "Yeah." A single tear rolled down my cheek. "Yeah, it hurts like hell."

Matthew put an arm around my shoulder. "It should."

"I'll miss him."

"Good."

The sunlight fell on my face, and I could feel him there with me.

Wil. I'll never, ever forget you.

With All My Heart,

Rebecca

Fin