She got to her car, and started fumbling for her keys. As she put them into the door, she suddenly stopped. With her hand still on the keys and the keys still in the door, she looked over her shoulder at Logan. He stood at Lilly's graveside, hands in his pockets, his back to her, with his head down and shoulders hunched. Time stopped for a moment, and she saw the boy he once was inside the man he had become.

"No more running," she murmured to herself, and took the keys from the car door. Slowly, she walked back towards him, stopping a few feet away. She said nothing, but allowed him to have his time with Lilly, as he had allowed her. Unsure of him, unsure of herself, she waited.

"I thought you had to go." He spoke suddenly, without turning around. Veronica jumped slightly, taken by surprise. She hadn't realized that he'd been aware of her presence.

"I'm tired of running," she replied softly. He lifted his head and turned to face her, surprise mirrored in his eyes. Clearly her answer had not been what he had expected. "You've haunted me for the past five years," she burst out, her voice breaking with the emotions that she just couldn't bottle up any longer, "and if I don't say this now, I think you'll haunt me for the rest of my life."

He stood still, just looking at her. Waiting, giving her a chance to say whatever she needed to say. She took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked him straight in the eye.

"You were right. What you said to me that day. I didn't want to hear it, so I just got angry instead. But you were right. Part of me did die the day that Lilly was killed. And instead of dealing with everything, I just built a wall and hid. You're probably the only person that really saw through it, and it scared me. So I pushed you away, too. And I'm sorry." Her voice broke again, and, much to her horror, a few tears escaped and trickled down her cheek. "I am so sorry, Logan. For the things I said, for the way I treated you, for not trusting you or letting you in."

"Veronica, stop…"

"I'm sorry, Logan. I'm so sorry."

"Veronica…"

She couldn't stop saying it, or stop the tears from falling faster. He just kept saying her name, telling her to stop. He doesn't want to hear it. It's too late. You can't make it better. The more she thought it, the harder she cried, until she was unable to see him through the blur of tears. She turned her back to him, unable to face him- or herself- any longer.

She felt two hands on her shoulders as he gently turned him towards him again. Then strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her close, and that voice she remembered so well whispered "Shhhhhh…." into her hair.

"Please stop, Veronica," he said, his voice thick with emotion of his own. "I can't stand seeing you cry, knowing that I've made you cry again. Please, please, stop." Slowly his words penetrated, and she realized what he was saying. He wasn't telling her to stop apologizing. He was telling her to stop crying. She took a few deep, shuddering breaths until she got herself under control, but did not pull away from the comfort of his arms. One of his hands was gently stroking her hair, and she let the sensation soothe her. Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Finally, she lifted her head, and pulled away just far enough to be able to see his face.

His hand continued to smooth the hair away from her face as his eyes searched hers. Slowly, he lowered his forehead to hers, still saying nothing. Out of the past, the words came from her lips.

"What are we doing?"

He smiled, and whisperd, "No idea." Lifting his head, he kissed her gently on the forehead. "I think your next line is, 'We need to talk about this.' And you're absolutely right. But do we have to do it in a cemetery?"