Author's Notes: I'm not going to complain about having no reviews, because I updated faster than I expected. Anyway, this is the end, and I know its mushy, and a quote in here is from Dr. Who for all those who watch it. Whoever can find the quote, and review me with that quote in it, then they will get a one-shot written for them!

Yes, I stayed with him. He would never age, yet I would.

It sounds sad, but he said this to me, "I don't age, I'm already dead. You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you." So yeah, it was sad.

I rarely see him anymore, he didn't want me to suffer with knowing that I'd get old and die, and he'd live on.

I took a trip to my home…where my father was still living.

I spoke clearly and fearlessly to him.

"Dad."

"Rachel."

"I want a favour."

"You? Pft. As if I'd do a favour for you."

"It's more a favour for both of us."

"Really?"

He seemed remotely interested now. I took a deep breath, and handed him a knife.

"Kill me."

"I'm sorry?"

"Kill me." I repeated. If I was dead, then I could spend my time with Garfield forever.

He raised the knife, but then I remembered what Garfield had said, "The place you are murdered is the place you are bound to."

"Wait!" I exclaimed. Just in time.

"What? Chickening out?"

"No. I don't want to be killed here. Follow me."

To my surprise, he did follow me. I took him to the old house, and in the hallway, so Garfield wouldn't see, I said to him, "Now you can kill me."

He took the knife again, and this time, I didn't tell him to stop. He stabbed me repeatedly until he was certain I was dead. He threw the knife carelessly to the ground, and walked out.

I gasped for breath, and my last words were, "Thank you."

My eyes slowly closed, and my breathing stopped.

My eyes opened slowly. I looked around. Still in the house, I looked at my body, no cuts. And yet, I wasn't breathing.

I smiled and almost cried with delight.

I ran up the stairs to where Garfield was, and he looked up at me.

"Rachel?"

"Hi Garfield! I won't be going anywhere now."

"What do you mean?"

I started towards him, and said, "Gar, I'm dead! I can spend my life with you know!"

Normally, when a loved one dies, you're meant to be upset, but Gar was overwhelmed!

He pulled me into a tight hug, and if I needed to breathe, I would have asked him to let me go, but I didn't need to breathe, so I let him hug me tighter.

I wrapped my arms around him in return, and actually thanked my dad for once. He actually did something to help me.

He didn't know how it benefited me, but it did!