A/N: Hello, hello! I'm terribly sorry about how slowwww the updates have been. I've got a ton of Major English papers to write, and three presentations. I have a Drama presentation in two weeks, and two AVI canvases to finish. Media's chill though. I wanna say hugeeeeee thank you's to the reviewers, you guys never cease to amaze me. Enough of me though, on with the story! Enjoy!

Anyone But You

Chapter Twelve

Hours. I couldn't even begin to count the minutes I had laid there with her. She was alive, her pulse beating against me, and her breathing lightly blowing against my chest. She was alive and she was absolutely beautiful. I had been so worried, so terrified on that bathroom floor. I had been waiting so long, but finally she had come to. However, as quickly as that moment began, she was out cold again, but it reassured me. It reassured me that she was going to be okay; that we were going to be okay. For those hours that I had been laying there with her, I hadn't known what to think or believe. I knew for sure she had to live. I would never have forgave myself if she hadn't. She had been through a million and one things already and I couldn't put her through anything else. It wasn't fair.

Forever and ever I wanted to feel her heart beating against mine, and her breath on my skin. I wanted to hear her voice in my ear, and have her touch sending tingles up my spine. I wanted forever to be with her, and I wanted it to consume every moment of my life. Her smile, her laugh, her eyes were the only memories I could think of. These were the only things that existed in my forever. She was all I really needed, and when I thought about losing that, my body stopped working, because there was no forever without her.

So there we laid, in silence and in peace. There were no grudges and no hard feelings. No threats, no insults. There was nothing but us and our thoughts. And if I was being truthful, all my thoughts were on her. My mind was twisting and turning, imagining all kinds of scenarios. Some were outside the house, on a summers day, and others I didn't even want to consider. Others involved us living out our last days in this place. But I couldn't really say that would be all too bad, as long as I had her, and as long as no one touched her.

Unconsciously, I wrapped my arms tighter around the space I knew she would be. She had woken up earlier in the washroom, and once she had I figured it would be alright to move her. So here we laid, in a room that looked so much like my own, but I knew it wasn't. Here we laid on a bed that felt just like mine, but at the same time was so different. The only thing that comforted me in this moment was the feeling of her body pressed against mine and the apple strawberry scent wafting through the air. If nothing else could make me feel at home here, this did. This was the only true feeling of familiarity. The smell was soothing, and the moment I'd inhaled it I'd fallen asleep. I'd drifted off into nothingness, where everything could be as perfect as I wanted and where I wasn't faced with the undeniable knowledge that every day in this house could easily be my last.

Slowly though, that perfection began to slip away from me. I felt my eyes flickering and then met with a brand new darkness as they opened. The room around me was the same room I'd fallen asleep to, and the girl in my arms was staring up at me. Automatically, I let out a tired yawn, but it couldn't cover the smile that was spreading across my face. The perfection that I had thought had slipped away was in fact right here, looking into my eyes. Her smile was slightly lopsided, and her hair was so disheveled. Her bruise, still covering half of her face, was lightening up just a bit. But none of it mattered to me. The only thing I could focus on was the look in her eyes, the look she was giving me. It was something I hadn't ever seen before in her eyes and something I never wanted to let go of. My breath caught in my throat just staring into the deep blue, just searching for any answer I could get.

"Hi," The words escaped her lips. The whisper was low and touched my heart. I inched my face closer, testing my limits and trying to eliminate the space between us. I could almost feel her heart beating against mine, and my breathing was erratic. I was so nervous, and I didn't even know why. There was just something about her.

"Hi," I imitated her. The smile on my face grew larger and wider. I couldn't constrain it, I couldn't hide it anymore. The moment was quiet, and it seemed to last forever. In this house everything disappeared and let us be. Let us have this moment without the fear, the anxiety, without anything to worry about. There was no Miller, no tapes, no murder; only us. This was exactly how it should have been, forever and for eternity. This moment was one that I wanted to last my whole life. The both of us, so close and our hearts beating to the same beat. Her smile mirroring mine with her hands pressed up against my chest. This was better than any perfection I could ever dream up. This was better than any memory I could ever remember. She was the apple strawberry that put me to sleep, and the thought that made me smile. She was the spark in my eyes whenever we would fight, and now I could finally hold her close and enjoy it. I didn't have to deny it to myself anymore.

"Thank you." Her voice broke the silence. Immediately, I was proud. I was happy that I had done something worthy of a 'thank you' from her. But just as quickly as that feeling came, it left. What exactly had I done? Nothing. I hadn't been able to protect her from him. He'd gotten to her again and he'd hurt her for a second time. I hadn't done anything she could be thankful for. If anything, I'd let her down. I'd broken my promises that I'd make sure she was okay.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. I hadn't done anything. The thought that it was almost my fault that this had happened made my heart break. If I hadn't left her upstairs she'd be fine. If I had hung up on Jason quicker, she wouldn't be so hurt. It didn't matter that my conversation with Jason could have allowed them to find us, my main priority was keeping her safe. I couldn't even bear to think about what had happened before I'd gotten to that washroom.

"Sorry?" She asked, "Why?" Wasn't it obvious though? I let my head fall back on the pillow, not wanting her to see the discontent in my eyes. I'd failed her. And that was something I had never wanted to do.

"I let him get to you," I turned my head, my eyes boring into her own. I could sense the confusion in her eyes, but I knew that she had to know what I meant. I had promised to keep her safe, and I hadn't followed through. I'd promised that he wouldn't touch her, but in essence, I'd let him. I'd given him that opportunity, and he had taken it. "I'm sorry," I apologized again.

"Don't be," She smiled. Immediately I was confused. How could I not be sorry? I'd broken my promises, and I'd let her get hurt.

"I'm not sorry that any of this happened," She added. The whisper was enticing, bringing me close enough to hear her and close enough to feel her breath mingle with mine. The look in her eyes before she spoke her next words was intense. It dug deep inside me, and I couldn't look away. It pulled me closer to her with each passing second, the inches between us disappearing.

"I wouldn't take back anything at all. For every wrong we've ever had there have been so many rights. All of the fights and all of the arguments have made us stronger, and every moment and every experience we've ever had has brought us here, and right here is exactly where I want to be." Each word that poured from her lips set off a spark inside me. Her eyes slid open from when they'd closed seconds ago, and I couldn't get enough of them. The space was now minimal as my forehead pressed up against hers. I hung on her every word, begging and pleading that she'd say what I thought was coming next. In that minute, I'm sure that every part in my body was numb, and that I was concentrated on her and her words. Nothing else mattered except what she was going to say next.

"I want to be here, with you," and with that confirmation, I couldn't hold back. Everything I had ever wanted became a reality as my lips pressed against hers. In all my seventeen years and nine months, I had never kissed someone with such an intensity as I did her. Two years of built up tension and anger was let out and left us with this absolute perfection.

My hands tangled deeper into her hair and her fingers spread out like stars across my chest. The moment was heated and desperate, as we tried to make up for every insult in this one kiss; as we tried to make it last forever. But unfortunate for the both of us, nothing is ever forever, and it ended much too soon. I was breathing, taking in every particle of air I could manage to. I still couldn't believe this was real, that she wanted me just as much as I needed her. The oxygen was coming in deep breaths, and our foreheads remained connected. When I opened my eyes she was still there, as real as ever. I dipped down, letting my lips touch against hers again quickly. Her face broke out into a smile, and her eyes looked up to meet mine. How had I let two years with her slip away?

"Nate?" She smiled, teeth and all. Without hesitation I saved the image into my memory. I didn't nod, or answer her, but she continued anyways. I felt the pads of her fingers trail my skin as she contemplated what to say next. Her eyes shot downcast and then nervously back to me.

"I think I love you," My lungs stopped breathing, and my heart stopped beating. The pulse in my body vanished and I couldn't even choke out a word. She looked at me anxiously, and I'm sure the look in my eyes was enough to tell her I loved her too.

"Say it again," I asked her, not believing. I waited, expecting to hear something completely different than what had just met my ears. Instead, she laughed lightly at my surprise, and assured me that I wasn't still in a dream world.

"I think I'm in love with you, Nathaniel," She smiled, digging her head against my chest to hid her obvious embarrassment. My arms wrapped their way around her body, pulling her as close as humanly possible to me. I nudged her chin with my thumb lightly, and she looked up to me. What wasn't blackened on her face, was noticeably red and I couldn't remember the last time I had seen her blush. Had I ever, for that matter? I pulled her face closer to mine, my hand resting across the bruise lightly. Her eyes were darting between my own, trying to figure out just what I was thinking. Slowly, I felt my heart beating and my pulse pulsing again as the life came back into me.

"I'm glad," I answered her, forehead on forehead, our eyes locked on each other, "Because I'm in love with you too, Lola Luftnagle." Her face immediately lit up as if it was Christmas morning. Her smile was bigger than I had ever seen it. I didn't waste another moment before I kissed her again. I couldn't get enough of the feeling of her soft lips and the smell of apples and strawberries. It was a mystery how I hadn't realized how perfectly we fit together. I couldn't even remember why we ever fought in the first place. These three kisses had erased all the anger, and all the frustration and left me open to building on this new found feeling for her.

So in this moment we laid together. Our smiles were mirror images and our bodies were pressed tightly, fitting together like she was made for only me. That apple strawberry smell was in the air again, and she let her eyes slip closed, the lips still in a smile. Protectively, I held her to me, kissing the top of her forehead as I watched her drift away and I felt my own eyes beginning to close. I tried to stay awake, but the sleep overcame me within minutes. I didn't want to sleep because no dream would ever compare to this. Nothing would ever compare to her.

The night came and went and before I realized just what was happening, streaks of light were shining through the windows and falling onto my face. Squinting my eyes, I yawned and stretched. As I tried to move, I felt the limp figure beside me and the weight across my body. Thats when it all came back to me and I remembered last night's 11:11. The smiles, the intensity, the kisses and the confessions. If I could replay that night over a thousand times, I would. It was everything I had ever wished for and everything I had ever thought about. It was more than I could ever imagine it would have been. If I thought hard enough, I could still feel her lips moving against mine and her touch on my skin. If I thought hard enough it was almost as if I could go back into the memory again.

I looked down then, to see her still laying there, still and asleep. Her face was soft, her eyes closed with a carefree sense. Her lips still held that genuine Lola smile that I loved. I didn't want to wake her and ruin the calmness that she had. I didn't want to be the one to take that away from her. Lucky, though, I didn't have to because the moment I moved from her, she stirred. Her eyes flickered lightly as she took in her surroundings. Finally, she noticed me, but her smile faltered. My eyes regained a confused look I knew all too well.

"Morning..." I spoke, lifting myself from the bed. All of a sudden the house didn't seem so bad. It reminded me of when I'd first woke up here on Monday and nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. The light kind of took away the eerie sense of things and replaced it with a much more noticeable calm feeling. Our bodies were tangled together, but I tore myself away, walking across the room. She still laid there with an almost somber look in her eyes. There was something missing that had been there last night, or perhaps there was something I hadn't seen before. There was something hidden, something so fake about it all. The look that was there for just a few moments shook me. Had she lied all along? Had last night even really happened? I couldn't put it past her to do something of the sort. Two years of hatred hung in the back of my mind and began to spin a web of paranoia. I'd opened myself up to her and put my heart on the line. Could I really believe she felt the same so quickly? Thats when the perfection I'd created came crashing down.

"I'm.." I wavered, "I'll go make breakfast." I spoke. I went for the door, removing the chair I'd placed under the knob. If it wasn't obvious, the house was void of locks, so I'd had to use whatever we had been given to keep Miller out.

"I'll come too," She answered, pulling herself from under the covers. The grey t-shirt hung over her body and it drew me back into a memory of Saturday morning. I hadn't gotten that Elvis Costello shirt back from her, now that I thought of it. Her legs were smooth, tanned, and darkened with bruises, but I couldn't help but steal a glance. She was so beautiful in every way. Her arms folded neatly across her chest as she stood in front of me with a look of expectancy. She fidgeted, and her legs seemed jittery with unspoken words. Her forehead was creased, just deciding what to say, but nothing came. The air was cut with silence and the tension between us. I should have known it wouldn't end with just one night.

My feet padded lightly in the quiet room and the door creaked as I pulled it open. The route was scarily familiar as I made my way down the upstairs hallway and then down the staircase. I listened closely and heard her moving behind me, following all my steps. The stairs screeched one by one as we both placed the weight of our bodies on them. I couldn't ever remember my own, real stairs making noises this loud. We inched closer to the bottom of the stairs and I looked back to catch a glance at her. Her arms were still wrapped tightly around herself in false security, her eyes still with fear. I stopped on the second last stair and let her catch up with me, instinctively reaching for her hand. Her hand gripped mine just as hard as I held hers. I wasn't scared of this house or what was waiting down these stairs. Instead, what scared me was what was ahead of us. The look in her eyes was the thing that truly had me rattled. That look of something deeper, something that I didn't know. Something fake, and yet something so genuine. It was that look that scared me into thinking that I might loose something I never even had the chance to have.

Our bodies moved towards a place so well known: the kitchen. I usually spent most of my time in here, my room, or the basement, but since this house didn't have a basement, the kitchen would have to do. Within moments we were seated in our regular seats, sitting across from each other at the round table in the centre of the room. It was quiet, neither of us knowing exactly what to say. I mean, what does one say when you told the girl you've hated for two years that your in love with her?

"So..." Was the only thing I could manage to spit out. She looked up and smiled sympathetically, showing that this was just as hard on her.

"We should talk." She spoke. I nodded automatically. She looked up expectantly at me, but I realized that I had no idea how I would start. So I went with the most obvious thing, the safest thing I could think of.

"I'm sorry." And her eyes widened.

"What?" Her body leaned forward, her eyebrows furrowed, her mouth hanging open, "Your sorry?"

"Yeah.." I muttered, "I mean..." My mouth stopped as my mind reeled. How was I going to explain this away? I was thinking of any possible option as an excuse. It was a one time thing? The moment made me feel things I didn't really feel? I wanted to lie and say it, but somewhere I wanted to say the truth. I wanted to get it all out there and not have to hide anymore.

"You think it was a mistake, don't you?" Her voice cut through me. When I met her eyes, I was so confused. "It's- It's okay if you do. I mean, I haven't been the best person to you. I'll understand."

"What?" I whispered. I could hardly concentrate on what was coming from her mouth. It was as if this was all some sort of day dream. I had been sure she would regret it. I'd been positive she had been caught up in the moment, thinking this might be her last chance at love. But now, the morning after, with much more rational thoughts, she was confirming everything I had ever wanted.

"I- uh, I-" I coughed, "I thought- you?- What?" She smiled at my confusion lightly, but her eyes still were sad. I pulled together my thoughts, pushing out every word from my wavering voice before she took it the wrong way. "No- No it.. I don't think it was a mistake. I thought you did..."

"Oh."

"It was... It was perfect." The smile she looked up at me with was so amazing. The secret, the fake in her eyes was gone, "You're perfect."

"You're corny." She laughed, and I cracked a smile in the serious moment. I reached my hand across the table to tangle into hers, and she cheerily shot me a wink. I smiled up at her, and finally felt all right. It felt like everything was falling into place, and for the first time in this roller coaster of events, something was truly right. This was right. We were right.

"Can I tell you something?" Her voice echoed. The two of us sat across the table, playing with our fingers. She looked up to me and I nodded, my eyes furrowing in confusion as I waited. I was anxious about what she was going to tell me, and halfway scared it would be something I wouldn't like.

"Remember when I cut the curl out of your hair?" She asked, a small smile playing on her lips at the memory. Immediately a sour look came onto my face, and I groaned. I had looked so ridiculous because of it, and I'd held such an awful grudge over her for it. "I did it because I think it looks cute," My head shot up, "And I didn't want to think that about you, so I got rid of it."

"But what about the phone prank with Shane?" I asked. If one of her 'pranks' had a logical reason, the others would too. Except I couldn't see anything in making my own brother avoid me.

"I knew I'd be hanging around you guys that week, and since me and Shane hardly see each other, I knew he'd want to chill. I figured if he was avoiding you, and he was hanging out with me, I wouldn't have to see you," She sighed, "and the less I saw you, the less I liked you."

"Oh," My eyebrows furrowed, "The self tanner?"

"That was just for fun," She smirked. I scowled. The moments after that were pretty much a blur. Next to us, the television that had previously been off began to static. My scowl turned confused and I looked up to find her with the exact same expression. Our eyes both shot over to the picture beginning to form on the screen, and I strained to hear the fuzzy words. The television looked almost as if there should have been a pair of bunny ears on top of it, and someone trying to find the right reception.

It took a good few minutes, but finally the picture was clear. I was too confused to even begin to find rational in why the screen would be fuzzy, or even why the tv would turn on by itself. The station was channel three, and there was a woman at the desk. The backdrop had a large Logo, and exclaimed, "7 O'clock Morning News." My stomach churned, and I got a horrible feeling just from the sight of it. Every time I had turned on the news to this station it had been giving me more bad updates on mine and Lola's disappearance. Judging by these news reports, which I couldn't even be certain were real, nothing was getting any better for us. Our situation just kept getting deeper and deeper, and I was starting to wonder just when we'd get out, if we ever did.

She was brunette and looked to be in her thirties. She sat at that black desk with those white notes that held our fate. The suspense was killing me as I waited. The intro music was quieting down, and she was greeting the world with her false smile. And then it came.

"Our top story today is a sad one. Earlier this morning, Malibu police recovered the bodies of Nathaniel Gray and Lola Luftnagle, who were reported missing since Sunday evening." My heart almost stopped as the words reached my ears. I wanted to look over at Lola, but I couldn't tear my eyes from the images.

"The bodies of both teens were found in a downtown warehouse by Jacqueline James, sixteen, and Kimberly Kozlowski, seventeen. Both bodies were mildly charred, which police are investigating, but were identified by their families, along with fingerprints, and dental records.

"Holly Luftnagle was unavailable to release a comment, and a Representative of the Gray family has assured us that they are terribly upset over the loss. Please tune in to the six o'clock news for updates on this tragic event, as we move onto our next story." The report was short and simple, but still ever shocking. We were dead, but yet we were alive. My throat was constricting, and I suddenly felt claustrophobic in here. We were dead, and now no one would be looking for us.

"Lola?" My voice squeaked out. My eyes shot to her, and she looked stunned. My hand, still tangled in hers, squeezed gently to gain her attention. It worked, and she slowly looked over to me, her jaw hung open.

"I can't be dead." Was all she said. Her eyes dug into me, but at the same time saw right past me as if I was invisible. Her face was draining of colour, except for the bruise that slowly was sliding away. I could feel her hand shaking beneath mine lightly, and her breathing came out ragged.

"It's a lie," She spoke. Her eyes looked up to me, scrunching up in confusion, "They don't have my dental records... I don't have any." My face mirrored the confusion on hers, but clearly not for the same reason. She didn't have dental records? I'd say it had to be impossible, since her smile was perfection.

"I don't have any records at all. I don't have fingerprints." She mumbled. Unconsciously, I turned her hands palm up and played with the pads of her fingers. I brushed my own fingerprints over hers, just watching them and looking them over. I didn't have a clue what she was talking about since her prints were there, clearly on her fingers right beneath my own.

"This means they're getting close," My own tone matched hers. The solemn, defeated tone that took away some of the hope in me. "He doesn't want them to find us, so he made us disappear permanently."

"No!" Lola blurted out, frustrated, as she pulled her hand away from mine. Her fingers ran through her long vibrant red hair and tugged lightly at it, "You don't understand." The look on my face only encouraged her to go on.

"There are no records, no anything. I don't have fingerprints, or dental records, or a health chart. There isn't any family to identify me, because I'm not even alive. I don't exist," She cried, "Don't you get it?! There is no Lola Luftnagle, so I can't be dead."

"Oh god! Oliver's going to figure it out. He's going to wonder why the police have files when there aren't any," Her eyes immediately lit up, and she jumped from her chair to hug me. I sat stock still with her arms around me, not understanding a word she had spoken. She had gone on some sort of crazed mumbling spree and spat out anything she had deemed logical in that mind of hers. She was a living, breathing person with her arms around me, so she was most definitely alive and she did in fact exist.

"Lola, calm down," I pried her arms away from me. I lifted myself from the chair, putting my own death to the back of my mind for a moment. I wanted to figure out just what she was talking about. "What do you mean? Of course you're alive, your right here in front of me." My hands brushed over her cheek just to prove that she was real.

"That's just the thing," She nuzzled against my hand, smiling, "I'm not. Everything they have is a lie. They won't stop looking for me." She seemed so eerily calm about this, and it was starting to set chills up my spine. Something about her was just so sure about what she was saying, like nothing I could say would make it wrong. Maybe this all was getting to be too much for her, maybe she was delusional. She wanted so badly to get out, that perhaps she was trying to find every reason not to loose her hope.

"Your scaring me, Lola." I whispered, bringing my lips to her cheek and trying to bring her out of whatever trance she was trapped in. I felt the tug, and then she pulled away from me. When I opened my eyes, she was backing away slowly from me, watching the look of doubt on my face.

"You don't believe me, do you?" She whispered. Her voice broke my heart, and all I could do was look at her with sadness. It was that look that screamed, 'I'm sorry, but your not making any sense,'. It was exactly the look I knew she didn't want to see. When I didn't respond, her face turned into one that was defeated and betrayed. Her feet tiptoed backwards and away from me and when I took a step forward she jumped back, her arms winding around herself again.

"Lola, come on-"

"Don't call me that," She interrupted, shaking her head, "There is no Lola." I took another step forward, and she took one back. I sighed at her resistance, but continued to try. We froze for a moment, just watching each other until she took me by surprise. She took a step closer, and then another. I wanted to move forward, but I was terrified she'd move away. Her feet padded on the floor lightly, almost like she was floating towards me with such grace. When she was mere centimetres from me, I pulled her into my arms and let her cry.

We were quiet, and she was sniffling. She wasn't shaking, or sobbing terribly, she was just shedding a few solitary tears. My hand rubbed up and down her back and I whispered into her ear, trying to calm her down and avoiding saying her name because it seemed to set her off. The moment was short, and before long she calmed down considerably and pulled away from me.

"Lilly," She whispered, looking down at the floor.

"What?" I asked, not sure what she meant. She sniffled and crossed her arms across her chest.

"My name is Lilly."

"Lilly?"

"Yeah." She looked up at me and I couldn't even begin to decipher the look in her eyes. It was honest and true, with this tiny hint of fear and regret. She fidgeted, playing with her fingernails until it seemed she came to a decision. Her hands reached up, playing with her strands of hair again and tugged at them. Her fingers wove expertly through her hair and I could hear light snaps as she traced her scalp. Before I knew what was happening, the red was being detached, falling out in clumps as if she was removing clip in extensions. I froze entirely, and my eyes grew wider as I watched all the red turn to blond. She pulled the blond hair from a bun that rested on her head, and when she shook it out it fell in light curls around her shoulders. It took my breath away.

"Nate?" She asked, and I tried my hardest to shake away the shock. It wasn't that big of a difference, I mean, I could still so easily recognize her. I'd seen Lola with purple hair, and lime green bobs, so long blond hair didn't change her entirely. It was just something I hadn't expected from her. It was so normal, and so ordinary. Somewhere in the back of my mind I should have known that her hair would have never been able to survive all the constant colour changes, but I hadn't thought of this. This is what she meant when she said she didn't exist? She meant she was someone else? She was fake?

"You lied to me." Was all I could spit out. The betrayal came over my body, and I realized this was all a sham. The girl I'd spent two years of rivalry with wasn't real. The girl who I'd fallen in love with was a fake. There was no Lola. I understood that this girl, Lilly, was still the same girl I'd shared these memories with, but there was something so different about it. I'd trusted her and I'd protected her, and she had lied.

"No- No, I- I'm still the same," She looked afraid. She stepped towards me, and it was my turn to step back.

"You lied." I spat again, my eyebrows creasing. The look that crossed her face in that second made every feeling of betrayal disappear from every part of my body. The regret radiated from me as that single tear fell from her eye.

"I thought you loved me," Her voice stung. Her breaths came out low and her eyes shot to the ground. Thats when I realized that, Lola or Lilly, she was still the same person and her hair colour would never change those feelings.

"Lola- Lil- I- I do," I stammered, and the floorboards squeaked as I moved across the floor to meet her. Her eyes shot up to me, angry and determined. I was inches from her when her hand shot out, pressing against my chest. She pushed me away from her, and glared deep into my eyes.

"I lied about last night," She spoke dangerously low, "It was a mistake." And with that she shoved me one last time and darted up the stairs. She left me standing there, alone and feeling like the worst person in the world. Whatever we had before with insults and pranks had been so easy, but this was so complicated, but whether it was complicated or not, it was something I had grown to love. I realized she was something I needed, and something I didn't want to let go, but in this moment I had done just that. I had let her fall short from me, and I hadn't reached out to grab our opportunity. I'd let go of the one person I had wanted to hold forever, and I didn't know what I'd do if I didn't get her back. But if I was being honest, the truth was that I never had her in the first place. And while last night may have been a mistake to her, the only mistake I could say I made was that in this moment, clouded by the hurt and the anger, I chose not to chase after my forever.

A/N: Hopefully you guys don't hate me for the fight, but believe me, it was necessary. There are anywhere from three to five chapters left, depending on how things play out. A few questions though. Would you rather see the ABY end on Nate's POV or Lilly's? And Would you like to see a sequel to this story, depending on the ending? Instead of doing a TW sequel, I was debating on doing one for ABY. I think TW ended on a rather good note, and I know many of you wanted to see a sequel, and a plot was in the works, but I really don't think there's much more of a story to tell. If anyone is absolutely dead set on a sequel to TW, PM me, but otherwise, I don't think it's going to happen. So anyways, tell me what you liked about this chapter, or what you didn't. What would you like to see more of, or less of? One more thing, Throughout this entire story, what has been your favourite line?

Review please! Ps. I love the long reviews you guys have been sending in lately. Keep 'em coming.