Heli: This is for one of my closest friends who cried with me when I took the life of my most beautiful creation.

Rhage: *cries softly*

Heli: *cuddles with Rhage and tries not to cry* I've never loved a character as deeply as I love you, Scott.

It was always the week before his birthday at the end of June that she appeared at the cafe seated under the flower arch. For five years, they'd been meeting there and for five days they knew they only had so much time to soak enough of each other into their skin to last until next year. God those beautiful blue eyes...

The first year, he'd been stunned by the brown haired goddess sitting under the flower laden arch and had watched from afar in awe. Surely a creature as fair as she would be horrified by the blood that coated his soul but he couldn't help himself as his feet moved on their own accord. He tried to fight the panic down when he came to a halt before her, a peasant before a queen. She looked up and he was lost.

"H-hi." He stuttered. He was an idiot, a troll, a dog, a pimple on the ass of an ass. He was unworthy. That's when she blinded him. The goddess smiled and brushed back her silken hair.

"Hi," Her head tilted, "I'm Paige." His heart thumped in his chest.

"Scott." He rasped and held out his hand.

The second year, he'd been surprised when he saw her sitting in the archway. This had to be fate, his second chance. He could do what he'd been too cowardly to do the first time when she'd visited Italy. He jogged across the road and the closer he got, the wider his smile grew.

"Hey." She looked up, startled then a smile burst onto her face that dazzled him.

"Scott!" She leapt from her chair to throw her arms around his neck, "God, I didn't know if I'd get to see you again. I'd hoped-" She stopped to look down shyly, "I-I'm really glad to see you." His cheeks turned as pink as hers and he cleared his throat.

"I'm happy to see you too, Paige. Say would," He swallowed nervously, "Would you want to go out to dinner tonight if you're free?" Her stunning sea blue eyes widened as large as saucers, her cheeks slowly turning from pink to crimson.

"I-I-I," She laughed nervously and bobbed her head, "Yes. Yes I'm free tonight." Scott smiled.

"I'll pick you up at seven?"

He couldn't stop staring. She'd put her hair up and the little brown dress with turquoise and gold beadwork; breathtaking. She blushed and stared shyly at the setting in front of her, her hands clasped in her lap. Scott jerked to reality.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare." She grew even pinker.

"It's ok. I kind of like it."

The third year, Scott was prepared to find her at the cafe. Before he was even across the street, she was smiling at him. He swept her into his arms, hugging her to his chest.

"Congratulations, doctor." He said with a grin and she laughed.

"Don't call me that. It's a Doctorate in English not medicine."

"Doesn't matter. I'm still taking you out to celebrate."

Hot kisses in the dark. Whimpers and groans and torn clothing as buttons scatter. Gasps between each soul rending touch of his feverish body to hers, wet tongue sliding across salty skin. Moans and scratches and frantic cries. The soft creaking of springs as fingers twine and bodies meld. His name falling from her lips like petals. Mine.

The fourth year, he was the one under the arch waiting as she walked towards him, those eyes so dear sparkling like sunlight on waves.

"I've missed you." She whispered against his neck as they held each other, the world falling away. He took a deep breath against her skin.

"I love you." He sighed.

The fifth year, she met him in the middle of the cobblestone road, her joy shining on her face. Before she could throw herself into his arms, Scott went down on one knee, his fingers trembling as he pulled the small velvet box from his jacket. Her hands flew to her mouth, pedestrians looking on as he opened the little box.

"I have nothing to offer you. No home, no money, no stable future. All I have is myself. Will you make me the happiest man alive and agree to be my wife?"

"Yes." She whispered then tackled him to the ground, sobs shaking her frame, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Scott I don't need all of that," She pulled back to cradle his face in her palms, "I only need you." She kissed him to the cheers of the onlookers.

The sixth year, Paige waited at the cafe in a simple white dress. Before the night was through, she would be a bride. She waited patiently, her eyes watching the end of the street. Where was he? The next day, she waited again, some of the excitement vanishing from her eyes. Another day, more waiting, the joy dimming to be replaced with reality. But her heart wouldn't give up hope. Not yet. The last day dawned and she stood with her suitcase at her feet, waiting with a heavy heart.

He wasn't coming. He never loved her, had he? He... Wait! Someone in a suit. Oh god it was him! Finally, she would get some answers then she would get her wish. She was going to marry... Paige stopped running towards him when she realized that cocky swagger didn't belong to him. The girl's eyes regarded her like sharp, deadly emeralds.

"Do you need something, ma'am?" She asked politely, her hands shoved in her front pockets. Paige swallowed.

"Do...do you know Scott? Scott Ropoza?" She whispered and pain lanced across the girl's face before she averted it.

"He's dead."

Heli: I'm sorry your lime turned into a tragedy. I'm so sorry.