I know I said that the story was over…but I found another song to use! I couldn't resist…I tried… but I can't.

Vash gazed up at the wall. It was the only picture she'd ever let him take of her. He had taken her and Milly to the geo-beach a few weeks after he'd come back. Knives was unconscious with the doc, being babysat if you will. Milly was eight months pregnant in the picture and it was very obvious.

Meryl was in her bathing suit he'd picked out. She hated it, but he loved the way it clung to her shapely body. It was a one piece, because he knew she wouldn't wear a bikini even if it was all she had. The low cut neck was the part she hated the most, convinced that she didn't look as good as most girls. Vash knew better though. To him, she was the most beautiful living creature ever to live. Her hands were covering her chest, but he could remember what she looked like anyways.

Vash slightly smiled as he remembered how Milly set them up that day, going to the bathroom and leaving him to put sunscreen on Meryl. The suns were especially hot near the geo-beach. Vash remembered how he practically begged…no not practically; he got down on his knees and begged for her to swim. Finally he gave up and carried her.

She was so mad at him. Milly was lucky enough to come out and see the scene and got someone to take a picture of the two of them running around as Vash was being chased by and angry, wet Meryl. They were all three smiling though. That was the first day…that he'd kissed her. But the two of them were convinced it meant nothing, so they decided to let it pass.

Less than a month later Milly went into labor with septuplets. No one survived. The two of them were the only ones left. At first it was the worst moments of their lives, but months later they decided that if Milly were there, she wouldn't let them cry. They finally decided in their own little minds, that it was her and Wolfwood giving them another chance to tell each other.

Vash gazed at that picture every day, wishing he could go back, wishing that he could take back the bullet. But he kept his promise and didn't cry.

He hated that picture, yet loved it at the same time. The way it lingered there, reminding him of his mistakes, and reminding him of the good times. He didn't know what to do, so he left the room, slamming the door knowing the picture would fall.

Later that day he would come back home and pick up the broken glass, putting the picture back where it belonged on the wall.

That old picture frame keeps hangin' 'round
Cause' I ain't ready yet to take it down
But every now and then I'll slam the door
Shake it loose and she'll hit the floor
But I can't throw a good thing away
I wish it would break

Vash sat in his truck. Sighing, he decided to go see her, to talk to her again. But it was too quiet in the truck, so he turned on the radio. The only station that picked up in that rickety old vehicle was the oldies channel, which played music from the old world. He listened, turning on the truck, as song after song; he heard Meryl's voice singing along. Then it came on.

"So, on the first evening a pebble…" At first he ignored it, knowing that if he turned it off he would only think of her, and that he would have tears form in his eyes. He couldn't break his promise to her. But as the song went on, he got tired of it, so he tried to make it stop. He screamed at it to shut up, angrily pushing the buttons to different channels. But it always scanned until it picked up that same station, the only one he didn't want to hear, and the only one that picked up.

He slightly wondered how long it would hold out with how he treated his radio. Every once in a while the buttons would fall off, and the object itself had gained dents and cracks in the plastic. It had blood stains from where Vash had busted his knuckle abusing the mini satellite.

I swear my trucks got a haunted radio
Cause' I hear you in every song
But I know what the silence makes me do
So I keep givin' those buttons more abuse
I wonder how much punchin' it can take
I wish it would break

He didn't want to forget Meryl, but he didn't want to live in misery, and he was sure she didn't either. But as long as he lived he couldn't get over her. She was the only woman he'd ever loved. Besides Rem, but she was like a mother to him, not like Meryl. He…he wished it was him to go instead of Meryl. He wanted her back. He would easily give his life for her; she was the only woman he'd ever killed for.

He had killed Legato…to save her, because he didn't want to risk her life by wasting time to find a solution. If it was anyone else, he probably would. But with the anger he had pent up inside at Legato already, he had gone too far by putting Meryl in danger.

He was also the first woman he'd kissed. He knew it was strange that in 133 years he had never kissed a woman like that, but he knew that just made it better. He would never find a woman like Meryl again, so he silently wished that he could find a place where no one would get hurt, so that he could use up the last of his energy with his angel arms. But he knew how mad Meryl would be if he killed himself. She would beat him in heaven. And Wolfwood especially. So he had to keep on living, in agonizing torture every day, until his heart finally gave up.

Then I could move on right on
Down the line
Where I don't see you need you
In my life
But you're wrapped around me
Your memory's bound me like a chain
I wish it would break

Vash parked outside the cemetery gates, pulling out the flowers he had bought on the way. He walked down through the garden of graves, looking for the one that he had made himself.

It was a wooden cross that reached up to his waist. At the bottom, was a sleeping angel in a long coat and spiky hair. It was him. In the middle it said "Meryl Stryfe: Star-date 110-133; My angel in heaven, I will see you again, and until then, I won't pain you with my tears. Fly forever in heaven."

The cross was about a foot wide, and a foot thick. He had placed it there a few days after he buried her. He stayed up all day and all night making that cross for her. He laid the lavender flowers on her grave, whispering to her softly.

"I came by as promised. I tell you every day that I will come back again. But I can't do this anymore. I can't come here every day and become closer and closer to tears each time. Not if I want to keep my promise to you." He sighed deeply. "I wish, sometimes, that I didn't fall in love with you, because everyday my heart aches, wanting to fall apart, and I wish it would. Maybe if it broke…I would feel better. I'm miserable. I…I want you to be here… and hold me so I can cry." Vash fell to his knees looking up at the sky.

And this old heart of mine's got a mind of its own
And it's decided not to let you go
Even though your love's no longer here
It won't let me shed one tear
Cause' it's still holdin' onto yesterday
I wish it would break

"Dear God, why can't you take me too? Why can't you free me from this torture?" His eyes glossed over, but the closer a tear came to falling, the more his heart would pain him. "Please… release me from my pain…please." A single tear rolled down his cheeks, despite his efforts to keep it in.

Vash screamed out in sadness. "Why! Why can't I live without her! Why can't I die and be with her! I fear taking a breath because it only serves as proof that life goes on and she's not here. I want it to be a dream… I want it to all go away. I … I want to be with her… even if it means… in death…" All the tears he had held in for three years finally came cascading down his cheeks, dripping off into the soil. "Why did she have to be so… perfect?"

Then I could move on right on
Down the line
Where I don't see you need you
In my life
But you're wrapped around me
Your memory's bound me like a chain
I wish it would break

He cried for what seemed like days, each tear making his heart ache more. He had broken the promise he had made to her. She was going to be mad at him now. He stopped at his truck, his eyes swollen from tears, and looked up at the grey sky. "She's crying… I made Meryl cry." He said as a raindrop hit his cheek.

I wish it would break

He sat in the truck, sighing before he cranked it up. Driving down the dusty road, his sight became blurry as his eyes began to tear again. He wiped his eyes and looked back at the road, seeing another truck heading his way. It was catching up fast, and it was obvious the driver was drunk.

Vash swerved out of the way as the driver sped towards him head on; the trucks grazed each other, tearing off Vash's bumper. The other man kept going straight ahead, but Vash had turned and landed in a ditch.

The blond man opened the door, checking to make sure he was okay. The rain poured from the sky, Vash could smell the humidity, along with smoke. His eyes widened as he turned back towards his own truck. It was going to blow. The impact had completely destroyed the engine, sending it to a state of self destruction. Vash turned quickly, but as his first foot hit the ground, the engine blew up.

I wish it would break

His body was covered in burns, his body lying on the sandy earth. His body was still slightly on fire, but he didn't care. He was numb all over, the rain was the only thin he felt. "Thank you…" he whispered as his eyes closed. He had to breathe no longer…

Go on... And break