AN: I know its been a while, but I wrote this and decided to add it on as an epilogue of sorts. Please review! (:
He remembered her every day.
Every hour. Every minute. Every second.
She never left him. And he knew she never would.
They were soulmates, and when one is brutally teared away, you do not simply 'move on.' Her curly hair that shone in the gold sunlight, her bottomless brown eyes that made his heart weak. Her stupid messed up idioms that he secretly loved, her presence that lit up a room.
He would never move on. He would never forget her.
And he never got to tell her he loved her. He will never get to kiss her in a searing sunset. He will never get to dance maniacally with her in the pouring rain. He will never get to watch the crashing waves upon the shore at an impromtu beach picnic. And he will never get to sit with her and watch a tearful opera. His beautiful ninja, his one of a kind beauty.
His soulmate. And she was gone.
People say life is not fair. But the thing is, neither is death.
And now Tony knew it.
I love you Ziva David.