Disclaimer: I don't own, nor am I any way affiliated with Veronica Mars. I totally wish I did though.
Author's Note: I'm sorry if the last chapter was confusing to some, I thought it was pretty good, and I had a fun time writing it, but to each his own, I guess. You'll get your answers in this chapter, though. At least some of them.
"Do you remember the first time we came here?" His words are barely a whisper against her skin, and they send shivers down her spine. The wind ruffles her pigtails, and she feels the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"Duncan," She whispers turning towards him. He looks at her, his heart in his eyes, and she sighs, coming closer. "I've wanted you to love me forever." He looks up, puzzled.
"Veronica-" He reaches for her, but she takes a step back, holding her hand up to stop him from speaking.
"And you did." She smiles, though her cheeks are rosy from the tears. "I had the best boyfriend in the world. The very best." She leans close; close enough so that if he reached out a finger, he could touch her. His breath catches at her beauty. "But then Lily died-" His face hardens, and fists clench, but he says nothing. "When Lily…died," she slowly continues. "Time stood still. And then it just seemed to rewind." She pauses and takes a step back. "Except, that there was no Lily this time. And there was no you." He reaches forward to touch her, but she stands just out of reach. "And I spent so much time wishing that you would just look at me." Her voice breaks, and the tears flow over her cheeks. Unhurried, she walks to the edge of the dock, and stops just short of the edge, gazing down at the murky surface.
"Veronica," he murmurs, close once again. "You know I loved you. I love you. I never stopped." She turns slowly towards him, taking him in.
"I know." She nods, and he leans forward again, captivated by her. When their lips are a hairsbreadth away, her eyes snap open. "I know." She leans up and kisses his cheek, her lips brushing against the stubble collected there. "But somewhere along the line…I stopped rewinding." His eyes bore into hers, but this new realization shocks her to the core. "I spent so much time thinking about who, and how you wanted me to be, that I didn't even realize that I was changing." Her last words are a barely spoken whisper, amazement lighting her eyes. "I think-I have to go." Delicately pecking his lips one last time, she turns and, quickly begins to walk up the embankment.
"Veronica, wait! I love you! Doesn't that mean anything?" She stops, and turns to him, her heart in her eyes.
"It means you'll let me go." She murmurs, and in an instant, she's gone.