Hey guys! I'm crying right now. You know why?

THIS IS THE FUCKING LAST CHAPTER OF TO WRITE LOVE ON HER ARMS!

Anyway! You know what that means.

SPECIAL THANKS TO…

First, I'd like to thank Bria the Fox for beta-ing this story for us and being all-around awesome in pointing out my bad grammar. Thanks to our reviewers who did awesome at reviewing this crap. Where would I be without you guys? Thanks to my friends (Gabriella, Mary, Sarah ((the one I know in real life)), Angela, Alex, Nelli B. and Nelli S., and anyone else who either got the message by word of mouth ((probably from Sarah)) or on my Creative Story Blog) for reading this and telling me what you thought even though you don't even know what JTHM is. Also for encouraging me through writing at school and my Creative Story Blog. When everyone else said I couldn't, you guys told me I could. Special thanks does NOT go to my English teacher for putting down my writing and telling me I cannot be successful if I don't change the way I write.

And finally, the most important thanks…

THANK YOU JOE CRAPPER FOR INVENTING THE TOILET!

JUST KIDDING!

Thank you so, so much, Dirge. You're the awesome friend and co-writer a girl could ask for. I remember when we were writing Creeping Darkness/Fate, and I accidentally uploaded the wrong document, but you told me it was awesome anyway. ^^ Man, that was embarrassing. We've laughed, we've cried, and now this kind of feels like we're breaking up from a long-term relationship. IT'S NOT YOU! IT'S ME! Just kidding. I hope we can do another story together soon.

And with that said, I give you…the final chapter of Fate: To Write Love On Her Arms.

We can't control what happens in life. Life, death, it's something so minor to a person, until it happens to them. That's the reason why I'm an asshole who deserves to die.

I can't explain what happened. Those days were just all so tangled together that I couldn't keep my thoughts straight. But it all started the day I wanted to go visit Xavier in the mental institute. Of course it was far out of walking range. I needed a car.

I knocked on Dad's office door. "Dad? Can I come in?" I didn't wait for a response, just opened the door.

"What is it, Trinity?"

"C-can you drive me somewhere?" I asked in a small voice.

"Where?"

"The Vasquezville Mental Institute. I want to see Xavier."

Dad abruptly stopped typing on his keyboard. He turned to face me. "Trinity, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that. I mean Xavier's just-" He stopped.

"Just what? Crazy? Like I haven't heard that enough at school." My voice was getting louder.

"I just- look, maybe later, okay?"

"No! Not okay!" I shouted. "You're just like everyone else! You think he's gone insane!"

"I never said that." He was getting louder too.

"Well, it was kind of implied!" I threw back at him. "You don't get it, Dad! I lo- I…I-" I got soft again. "I just want to see him."

Did that really just happen? Was I really about to say that I love Xavier? In front of my dad?

"Well, we can't Trinity. I'm sorry."

That took me to my boiling point. I couldn't contain it. I stepped closer and shouted at the top of my lungs. "I hate you, Daddy! I hope you just DIE!"

I couldn't have regretted anything more in my life.

Dad stood up and looked at me with the most hurt eyes I have ever seen in my life. I stepped back at his look. And then, something I just couldn't explain happened. Dad started coughing. Like, violently coughing. And then came the blood. Oh my god, I have never been so scared in my life.

There was a noise coming from downstairs, and the door broke open. Someone was running up the stairs. And it all hit me so fast that I couldn't even breathe. A woman rushed into the room. She had blue hair and was wearing a dark blue trench coat.

"Todd!" She ran over and collected my dad in a hug. She turned to me. "Did you call 911?"

"No, but- w-who are you?" I was so confused.

She looked at me with a serious face. "Trinity, I'm- I'm your mom."

Snow. So much snow. That's all I could see at my dad's funeral. I could also see pain across Destiny Freeman's face. I refused to call her mom, because that is not what she is.

I watched it all. My dad's burial, Destiny's desperate tears, even Dad's friend, Pepito, shed a tear or two. But it was all covered in snow. As if the joyful, glistening white could cover up the pain and bitter cold.

I knew I should've been crying. I knew I should've crumbled into a heap and break down into tears, but I…couldn't. I just…couldn't.

It felt like the world was spinning, but I was the only one standing still. I was strangely dizzy. It was sickening.

I was going to throw up. I saw them burying him, and it was something I couldn't take. I turned away.

"Trinity." I turned around to see Destiny laying a hand on my shoulder. "You've grown up into a beautiful young woman. I'm so sorry I wasn't there to watch you grow up. I was…busy."

What could be more important than you're child? I was going to say it, but I was too tiered to talk.

"I... I'm sorry about your loss. Our loss. I just wanted to say that, if you need a place to stay, you can always stay with me... I am your legal guardian now, as your mother."

I shouldered her arm away and whipped around to face her, my words colder than the snow. "You are not my mother. I only had one family member, and he's de-" I couldn't say it. I just couldn't. I choked on my tears. I turned and ran. I couldn't take it anymore. This was hell.

"Trinity!" she yelled after me. But I didn't want to hear anything that woman had to say. I ran faster, burying my face in my hands, when something caught my eye.

Charcoal. Paper. Black hair and green eyes.

It was Xavier.

I ran at him. He was the only thing in this world that brought me comfort anymore. The last hope I had left.

"Tri-" he was caught off in a bear hug by me. I had tackled him to the ground and buried my face in his neck. He smelled like ash and paint. Oh, how I missed that smell. I missed him. I missed his warm hug, and the feel of his lips against mine. He was the only thing in the world that was so…so real.

"Xavier! Xavier! Xavier!" I sobbed into his trench coat.

"Trinity…" he ran an awkward hand through my brunette hair. "What's…wrong?"

"He's dead!" I shouted into his shoulder. "My dad is dead! He's dead! He's dead! He's dead!"

Xavier wrapped his arms tight around me until we were slowly rocking back and forth a little. I cried harder with what I said next.

"The last thing that I said to him," I rasped. "was that I hated him. I told him to die." I raised my head to look into his beautiful green eyes. His eyes…the only light left in the world was Xavier's eyes. Bits and pieces of my hair clung to my wet cheeks. "And you know what?" I asked with a croak in my voice. "He did!"

My neck gave out and I rested it back on his shoulder, giving a violent shudder and streaming tears. "I'm…I'm so sorry," he whispered, holding me tighter. My head fit perfectly in his shoulder, and just knowing that made me shake and cry less. "It's okay…" he whispered, stroking my hair and rocking me along with him. "It's okay."

Leaves crunched behind me, but I didn't bother looking up. I didn't want to leave this fake world of just me and Xavier, and no one else.

I could feel Xavier glaring at the people behind. I turned my head a little and caught a glimpse of Destiny, Xavier's dad, a man I didn't recognize, and a girl. I turned away quickly.

"Xavier?" I heard his dad speak. "When were you released?"

"Does it even matter?" Xavier's shouting words made his chest vibrate. "You didn't tell me…that her dad…Dammit Pepito!"

"You were sick, Xavier!" his dad spat back. "I was worried!"

"Just because I tried to commit suicide doesn't mean I don't still care about my friends!" Xavier yelled. "Fuck you, Pepito! Fuck you!"

Xavier stood up and I went along with him. "Fuck you," he said once again before picking me up and breaking into a run. I buried my face into his chest as he held me closer. I didn't care where we were going, I would go hell with Xavier if I had to.

I opened my eyes just as Xavier set me down on his motorcycle. He placed a helmet on my head and sat in front of me. Without thinking, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his back. Shouting came from behind us as Xavier revved up the motorcycle. Obviously, they weren't too happy about Xavier taking me away without a word, but I hated them. I hated them all for what they did to us. And I'll never forgive them.

We rode for about half an hour or so before we finally stopped outside a Waffle House restaurant. "I've never been to this town before," Xavier said, parking the bike.

I wiped my nose on my sleeve and got up. "Have you…ever been to a Waffle House before?" I looked a little far off. "It's kind of like Pancake Smell. My dad and I went there on our vacation to Chicago."

"No, I've never been to a Waffle House," he replied. "Is it good?"

"It's decent," I said, refusing to look him in the eye. "There are interesting people here at three in the morning."

"Why were you here at three in the-" he stopped. "Whatever. I'll treat you."

We walked inside and sat at a booth with plastic red seating. I leaned against the window and buried my face in the rust-red scarf Xavier let me borrow.

"Are you feeling better?" Xavier asked in a small voice.

"Why would I be?" I replied sounding angrier than I intended for it to be.

He didn't say anything. We sat in silence for a moment, just listening to the talk going on around us.

Xavier was the first to break the silence. "I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble," he said. "I…I should have thought about how it would affect…you…and other people."

I was silent for a while before asking, "Why did you want to commit suicide anyway?"

"I was just tired." He hid a little behind the menu. "Just tired. Of everything, you know? My dad, even though he's pretty cool, doesn't really know how to be a parent. He's always off taking pictures of nature and crap. I basically raised myself, you know. And... I'm tired of not knowing who my mother is." He glanced out the window with hollow eyes. "I kind of remember her. I remember she had black hair and green eyes, like me, and she was tall. Really tall. And... warm." I nodded. He continued. "I always imagined her as this nice, kind woman who would do anything for anybody. Someone who would drop everything and come running if I so much as scraped my knee. I want her to be someone like that. I think I might need her to be like that. But I know that's probably not who she is. Someone who just up and left us, just left me on the doorstep, can't be that caring. I've seen pictures of her."

He took out his wallet and went through a few things before coming across an old slightly torn picture and handed it to me.

"I was rummaging through some old trunks of my dads when I found this tucked into a copy of Darkest Powers. He doesn't know I have it... for some reason, he always hides anything even closely related to my mother. It's like he doesn't even want me to know who she is."

I looked at the picture of four people about my age. My dad and Pepito a bit younger. A girl smiling through black lipstick and wearing a shirt that looked as if it were made of bloody gauze. She had black hair that was highlighted red and black laced hightops that reached her knees. Next to her was a girl with hair so black it was almost tinted blue. She had a permanent scowl glued to her face. My eyes widened.

It was Lee.

"I-I know her," I said, pointing to the girl with dark black hair. Xavier leaned forward.

"My mom?" he asked. "How- what- huh?"

"She works in my dad's bookstore..." I said. "She looks exactly like that, but her hair is longer, tangled and goes over her left eye like this." I pulled my bangs over my eye and then blew it away. "She's still... sixteen..."

"So, somehow my mom is still a kid?" Xavier asked. "That's impossible."

"Weirder things have happened in Vasquezville!" I protested. "Remember how, a couple years back, there was this huge battle between a huge Santa thing and a robot who looked exactly like Professor Membrane, and then this green guy turned it into a doll, and then the Easter Platypus showed up? Or the time a huge water balloon fell from the sky and destroyed the city? Or all those unexplained killings about twenty years ago? People still talk about those!"

"That's true." Xavier thought for a moment. "Maybe she's just one of those blessed people. You know, who always look young?"

"Right, I guess," I said, nodding. Xavier motioned for the lady about to take our order to leave.

"Hey," Xavier said after a while, grabbing the picture and pointing to the woman with red highlights. "This woman kind of looks like you."

"What?" I asked, glaring at the photograph.

"See," Xavier pointed. "You have the same face. You have your dad's hair, eyes and mouth, but she has your nose, face shape and eye color. You also have the same body type."

"She's not my mom," I snapped quickly.

"She might be-"

"She might have been the person who gave birth to me, who helped make me, but moms raise you, stay by your side, and care for you." I shoved the picture away. "This woman is not my mom."

We were silent for a moment. "I guess neither of us have moms then," Xavier said, putting the picture back in his wallet and shoving it in his back pocket.

"Are you ready to order yet?" the women came back.

"Trinity, you order for me," Xavier said, getting up. "I'm going to go to the bathroom."

We walked out of Waffle House silently heading toward the motorcycle. Xavier stopped and took a heave in the bushes.

"I don't think I like Waffle House," he said, still gasping.

"You must have a weak stomach," I said, letting a smile escape. "You puked it all up. That's dumb."

"Sh-shut up," Xavier said, taking another heave and a shudder. "Go ahead and get on the bike, okay?"

I walked over and sat down on the seat, watching Xavier washing his mouth out with Gatorade. He hopped on in front of my started the bike up.

"Where are we going?" I asked, shouting over the motor.

It took him a while to answer, but he said a simple, "You'll see," and started riding.

We pulled up to a cliff that overlooked a forest. I got off the bike and stared at the sunset. "It's so pretty! Wow, Xavier!"

Xavier got off the motorcycle and slung his helmet over the handlebars.

He walked over next to me. "Trinity…I have an offer for you."

I turned to him, confused. "Huh?"

"An…um…Angel visited me and told me you wanted to kill yourself," he said softly.

I looked at my feet and nodded slightly. "He was…everything…"

A tear rolled down my cheek. Xavier grabbed me and pulled me into my chest. He held me tight. I felt so safe.

"Trinity," he said, stroking my hair like he did back at the graveyard. "I love you."

I looked up, wide-eyed, at him. "W-what?"

"I love you, Trinity," he repeated. "I don't want you to feel the hurt, sadness, and abandon that I felt for seventeen years." He buried his face into my hair. "I don't want you to feel sad, lost, angry, anything. I just want you happy. I'm an idiot for cutting myself, for trying to leave you. Please don't ever, ever leave me."

"I don't know if-" I stopped. My hair was wet. Was Xavier crying?

"I have a preposition for you." Xavier pulled away a little, but he was still close enough to make my skip. Tears had dried on his cheeks followed by a few new ones. "I can make you forget... all the pain inside. You'll remember growing up, you'll remember your parents dying at a young age, but you won't feel sad. You'll remember me, but... nothing else, really. Everyone who's ever come in contact with you, your life, will forget you. Ever meeting you. Your dad... he'll be back too. But he won't remember you. You might see each other sometime, but there will be nothing but a sense of deja vu. All you have to do... is die."

I was confused again. "What? I have to die?"

Xavier looked into the sunset. "You jump. You die. You wake up right here. Abue- I mean- the Angel will do everything from there. You wake up here. You remember whatever life he makes for you. Do you... want to?"

"Xavier," I smiled sweetly and looked at his shimmering emerald eyes. "I love you, too."

I stood on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing his lips to mine. It was the tender kiss I've been waiting for since the beginning. Xavier was my everything. Some people say that when they don't mean it, but this was true. He was my sun, the ground underneath my feet, the sky, the clouds, he was all around me. He was all I had left in the world; therefore, he was my everything. I couldn't live without the smoky kisses he gives me.

When it was over, Xavier took my hand and led me to the edge of the cliff. I stared at the forest below. "So, all I have to do is jump?"

"That's it."

I took a deep shaky breath. Xavier squeezed my hand tighter. "I'm coming with you, you know."

"You'll forget, too?" I felt like an asshole. Making him forget his family, his dad, his cousins? Come to think, I just might miss those two as well. Damen's kindness and Damon's stupid attempts to make me his girlfriend.

"I will," Xavier said, grinning. "But as long as I'm with you, I'm happy. We'll remember each other... I told you, I'll do anything for you."

He bent down and kissed me so tenderly again, that I forgot everything. Only one word kept playing in my mind. Xavier. Xavier. Xavier. I smiled through the kiss and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

My everything.

We jumped.

Okay, if you didn't cry after reading this, you have no heart.

Thank you all for reading. Remember, support Xavity! Yes! That is their couple name!

Anyway, Dirge is done with writing this. That was her trequal. But my trequal has yet to begin. So if you want to know what happens to Trinity and Xavier after death, look out for Fate: The Last Tears Shed by InvaderZaTr.

Thank you all for everything. You guys are the best!

XAVITY FOREVER!

~Nikki-sama