A/N: This last chapter is dedicated to the readers of this story. I'd also like to thank my reviewers for their feedback.

They were walking on a path in a park full of sakura in full bloom, holding hands. It was twilight, the sky getting darker by the second. It was similar to his first spring with her, when the Chairmen had taken them to see the sakura in bloom. Except that instead of being children as they were then, she looked like she was about eighteen and he guessed that meant his own age was about nineteen. That was not the only difference.

She looked like a slightly older version of the Yuki he had known, how she would have looked if she had been human. Her brown hair was the slightest bit longer, her brown eyes bright, her skin fair with a rosy tint. Looking at his own reflection in the pond, he saw that he too looked human.

"Zero, are you okay," she asked, her concern obvious. Since when did she care about him so much? She was the vampire, the beast, that had left him angry, upset, and, although he would admit it to no one, heartbroken well over a year ago. Clearly this was a dream.

"I thought this would be a really special outing for our first anniversary," she added, showing him the ring on her left hand. It was a simple band of white gold. It held no embelishments or gems. There was only a single phrase engraved on it. "Your love was my savior." He felt a lump in his throat. That was the epitome of how he had felt about her until recently. He had even dreamt before of such a future with her before he had succumbed to the transformation he had been attempting to prevent for four years. He decided to give her the answer that would calm her most.

"I'm fine," he told her. He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her. The twilight faded into a dark moonless night. At once things began to change. Her hair grew longer, her eyes became red, and her skin lost its rosy quality. The Yuki before him was a vampire.

He knew what he had said he would do the next time he saw her. Instead of taking out the hunter's gun, the Bloody Rose, that was in his pocket, he whispered the words he needed to tell her.

"Goodbye Yuki, I've always loved you." Around him the breeze blew the stray petals of fallen flowers, appearing as if it was snowing. He heard her reply.

"Goodbye, Zero. I love you too."

For the first time he awoke from the dream without being drenched in a cold sweat, yet he still felt the familiar sense of loss he had come to associate with these dreams. However this was the first since he had seen her at that party he had supervised as a hunter. It had been painful to see her there, as a vampire and with Kaname, but at the same time, he felt relieved.

She was well; she was happy. He wished no friend less than that. The year that had passed had allowed him to gain some perspective and to heal a bit. One day he would fulfill his promise to her, but, for now, he could not bring himself to kill her. He sighed. Perhaps what he needed was some form of closure.

"Yuki," he whispered. He then pulled his blanket over himself and went back to sleep.

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"Goodbye Yuki, I've always loved you." Around her the breeze blew the stray petals of fallen flowers, appearing as if it was snowing.

"Goodbye, Zero. I love you too."

She awoke from yet another dream. Yet somehow this one had been different. It was bittersweet as so many others had been, but not as painful as those that had preceeded it. Maybe it was because she had seen him recently. She turned once again to see her lover Kaname, still asleep beside her, looking more peaceful than he ever appeared when he was awake. Had it been his knowledge of how much she missed her former best friend that caused him to bring them together?

It had been at a party thrown by Kaname and supervised by Zero and another hunter that she had seen him. The year that had passed seemed to have brought out a maturity she had not seen in the Zero she had known. He had aged the slightest bit, not nearly as much as a human would have and not enough for humans to notice the difference. His lifespan would be that of a vampire.

While he did not look exactly "happy", he seemed content. The drama of a year ago seemed like a distant memory haunting his eyes, yet he did not seem like he was upset nor angry as he had been then. He was moving-on. She knew she needed to do the same. Yet there was one thing she whispered to the darkness that no one heard.

"I miss you, Zero."