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Yup, here's the last chapter. So I'm going to thank you for reviewing. Thanks to:

-niem for being the first reviewer and saying I'm a great writer. That's one of the best compliments you can give. This chapter didn't became very fluffly or very long, I hope you like it anyway.

-caroliscool. Whoa, what a wonderful reviews you've given me. Is Summer going to help Cohen? Well, find out in the chapter.

-cdgeiger. Aw, don't be too sad I'm ending it. You're planning on reading everything I write? Wow. But I actually don't have any plans to write another OC-story soon. I just don't have a great idea for another SS-story at the moment.There are so many SS-fics here, so it's hard to be original.

-adambrody10. What did you say? Oh, she HAS to go to him... if you want to know if she's going to him you HAVE to read this story. I don't post new chapters the fastest, but I hope I posted this soon enough for you.

-Laugh-a-Lot Bear for reviewing so much. Yay, my story isn't boring!

-dodgeviper. I know this story isn't very long, but it's not that I suddenly decided to stop writing. I just never planned this story to be long. Spectacular ending? Uh... you can judge that yourself after reading every single word of this chapter.

-SUMMERAN1 for liking the story. You sure have lol.

DeuCe628, sethummer, hanselel, ACN, kursk, lizzie9, ocfan108, alexis, Broken Rain, svocfanatic and nefftys! Okay people, I hope you're going to like this last chapter as well!

She automatically walked to her mother into the train. She felt her heart throbbing fast and loudly in her throat. The news she just heard felt so unreal, but maybe that was because she wanted it to be unreal. She stood next to her mother, who laid her hand on Summer's shoulder and pressed her daughter close to her.

Summer tried to forget the words of Cameron, but they kept haunting her in her head. The last passengers got in the train. The conducter looked a bit irritated at the last passengers and used his whistle. He too stepped in the train that was going to leave. Startled by the sound of the whistle Summer tore herself away from her mother's grasp and ran out of the train.

A few seconds after she left the train, the doors closed. Summer looked at the frightened eyes of her mother who couldn't believe her daughter went outside. Summer could hardly believe as well that she had chosen to stay. Her mother began to bang at the train doors, but it was already too late. The train rumbled away so fast that Summer only saw the colors of the train rushing past.

For a moment she kept looking with astonishment to the leaving train. She stood there with nothing, all her stuff and bags were inside that train. She didn't even want to imagine how her mother would feel now. Would her mother pull the communication cord and come back? However she didn't see the train stopping and she realized again why she was still here at the platform. She had to go to the Fishy Bowl as soon as possible.

Her feet moved as fast as they could. The Fishy Bowl wasn't nearby at all. She kept on running, although her feet didn't want to move anymore. She ignored the feeling of tiredness in her legs. She had to know if Seth was alright. Maybe she was running for nothing, maybe Jason and Eric decided not to start a fire, maybe they already got busted or maybe wasn't Seth in The Fishy Bowl tonight, but she had to know.

It seemed like forever before she saw a cloud of smoke in the distance. As longer as she kept running, the smoke-cloud became bigger and bigger. She arrived out of breath by the Fishy Bowl and she wasn't the only one who was standing there. A crowd of by-standers stood in front of her, so that she couldn't see anything.

"The fire-brigade will come soon," she heard someone say, when she made her way through the crowd.

She looked with horror at the burning building. The red glow of the sea of flames surrounded the whole lower side of the former restaurant. She looked up to see if someone was helplessly standing by a window, but she only saw the greyness of smoke-clouds. Slowly she got closer to the fire and she felt a rush inside her of going into the building. The heat of the dancing flames grew as she was nearby the building.

"Don't go in!"

"There's somebody inside of that building! I have to..." Summer suddenly stopped talking.

That voice, she recognized that voice... his voice. She turned round, away from the sight of the burning building. She only saw a lot of bystanders, the most of them looked shocked, unable to do anything else. Some of them looked shocked at her, because she had wanted to go in the building that was surrounded by dangerous flames.

"Cohen!" she yelled in a high-pitched voice, that didn't sound like hers.

Summer watched quickly from the one face to the other, but she didn't see him. She felt the tears coming to her eyes. Maybe she had imagined hearing his voice, because she wanted to hear it so badly.

"Cohen!"

There came no answer. The people around her watched her with compassion. Summer didn't want to see their gazes and averted her face back to the fire, hoping Seth wasn't there. An unknown hand took hold of her arm. She looked up to see to who the hand belonged, seeing the face of an old determined man.

"You're not going near the Fishy Bowl again. It's too dangerous to go in," he said.

Summer nodded and the man let go of her arm. The warmth of the flames were getting further and further away, as she was lost in the crowd. She didn't want to be here, she wanted to go away from this horrible place. She couldn't bear to stand here a minute longer, watching the old structure with all of his contents getting destroyed.

Then, when she didn't expect or hope anything more, she heard soft shouts which slowly were getting louder until she could exactly hear the words she wanted to hear:

"Summer? Summer?"

She listened carefully where the sound came from and went to that direction, elbowing her way through the crowd.

"Cohen!" Summer screamed again.

One unfamiliar face after the other passed her by till... she finally saw the brown eyes for which she had hoped so long now. There appeared a blissful grin on his face when Seth saw her as well.

They only had an eye for each other through which the crowd seemed to be gone. They ran to each other. The tears in her eyes shone with joy now. She burried her face in his chest, holding him as tight as she could, because she never wanted to let him go again. She felt safe and happy in his embrace, it had been a long time ago she had felt that.

After a while she looked him grateful in the eyes, they almost had lost each other tonight.

"Why weren't you at the Sailing Team meeting?" she asked.

"I was at the station to say goodbye to a very special girl," Seth smiled.

Seth never could have let her go in the middle of a fight. If he had done that, he would have made Summer feel guilty for leaving, for wanting a future without hurt. He never could have lived with himself if he had ruined her happiness. He realized he had to let go of his girl to make sure she was going to be alright.

But he had been too late, everything went against him on his way to the station, when he arrived at the platform her train was already gone. He had left the station in a sad mood, looking at the ground, not caring where he was going to and then he bumped into a redheaded boy with a very interesting story, resulting in his presence here by the Fishy Bowl ...with her.

After the fire-brigade arrived and had tried to save as much as they could of the building, most people went home. Sad black pieces of wall were the only thing that remained of the Fishy Bowl. With the lapse of time more people started to leave, the sky became darker and sudded with stars. Ultimately they were the only two left and the moon shone brightly at them.

They stood there kissing and holding on to each other, unsure about what was going to happen tommorrow, but knowing they had each other.

Some months later

Although the sun was nowhere to be seen and the wind tried to cool everything he saw, it was a hot, muggy summer day. A couple of lovebirds walked on a grey gravelled path, on which their footfalls were heard very clearly.

Sometimes you could hear the sound of a chirping bird. A cuckoo Seth saw reminded him of the image of the broken cuckoo of the cuckoo-clock. He smiled when he thought back at the happiness of his mother when she came home with the fixed cuckoo. It's amazing to see how people get happy by the smallest things.

The boys of his class bothered him less, because two of them were arrested for starting the fire. They were very occupied with their punsihment as consequence they didn't have enough time to give Seth trouble. But whenever some of his class-mates bullied him, he stood up for hisself. Besides Summer was by his side a lot and she definitely knew how to deal with them.

He squeezed gently in Summer's hand, wondering what she was thinking. Summer smiled slightly at him after feeling his squeeze. He had apologized a thousand times for saying he would tell her father, although she already had forgiven him for a long time now. In her other hand she held a bouquet of white roses.

Her father had been furious when he discovered Summer and her mother tried to escape. Fortunately she only had been living with him in the same house for a couple of weeks after that, because she finally had taken the step to report her father to the police. After many researches, uncomfortable questions and another violent incident, her father was admitted in a clinic to lose his habit of drinking. Summer was now living by foster-parents. They were nice people as far Summer could judge for now. It was hard to live in a whole new house with people you didn't know and they didn't know you either, but as time passed by she had to admit she already got a bit used to her new home.

You could say her love for him had saved him and his love for her had saved her. But in the end they had to do it theirselves, the both of them had to save theirselves. The other one could only help the other to reach their goals. Their love had been a tool to help them conquer their fears.

They finally arrived at the familar place by now and they stopped walking. It was already six months ago since it had happened. She could have lain here next to her. No matter how many times she had let this thought go pass by in her mind, the thought scared her everytime.

Summer stared at the name of her mother that was engraved on the tomb-stone. She would never forget the moment when she heard about the accident. No one survived, they were all dead, her mother was dead and she could have been dead as well... if she hadn't left the train, that crashed and caused so many victims, that night to save her love, because she thought he was in a burning building.

All she could do was hoping her mother finally had find peace. She knelt and put down the white roses for her mother.

For the woman who was trapped like a bird in a cage. Who finally had the courage to break away. Who wanted to fly to freedom. Unfortunately her wings were broken and she fell hard on the ground to never fly again. However her loss didn't go by unseen, her actions became an inspiration for other ones with broken wings. Those beings tried to fly away as well to the top of the sky to find freedom and final peace. Whenever anyone reached that point this person knew her wings were healed.