A/N: SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG! I totally forgot this story! Thanks to Cece who reviewed and made me realize I still had to update!
So, this is my last CHAPTER, I've already wrote an Epilogue. So, enjoy this!

Disclaimer: *grabs out a stick, begins dancing* I do not... I do not... I do not, own Sahahaw, Sahahaw!

She made her last pirouette and bowed. Mark smiled. She was so good. She always showed Mark how good she was, and every time she grew better. He was proud of her, and he knew Amanda would be proud of her if she saw her. He stood up, and clapped. He was crying, but for this time, it were tears of happiness. They wouldn't last long, he knew that, but he enjoyed them for now. Suddenly, everybody was standing and clapping, screaming. They all followed his lead. He looked around him. Some women were crying because it was beautiful, some children were screaming and jumping on their chairs, men were just clapping. He smiled. That's what Corbett makes people do, he thought. He looked at Corbett again. She was laying on the stage.

"Corbett!" Mark screamed, and he ran past the people in the crowd, up to the stage. He kneeled beside her. She opened her eyes, and looked at him.

"She is going to die, isn't she?" Corbett asked.

"I'm afraid so, Corbett, I'm afraid so..." Corbett sat up and hugged him, and began crying. He picked her up, and carried her into the coulisse.

"What's wrong with her." A woman asked, but Mark kept walking. He didn't wanted to talk. He wanted to go to Amanda.

"Sir? Sir! Sir, you can't go in there-" Mark didn't cared. He was still carrying Corbett. The whole ride to the hospital was a gaze. He didn't really remembered it. He walked into Amandas room. A few doctors were checking Amanda. He pushed them away with his shoulders, and put Corbett on Amandas bed. Amanda looked up.

"Mark? What are you doing?" She asked, her voice still cracked, then looked at Corbett.

"What happened to Corbett?" She exclaimed, and stroked Corbett's hair. Corbett opened her eyes, and saw Amanda. She hugged her.

"Sir, we are busy right here, you can't-"

"SHUT UP!" Mark exclaimed, and pushed the doctor away.

"Corbett collapsed after her dance. But she was so brave, she did her whole part." Amanda smiled.

"I'm proud of you Corbett." Amanda whispered into Corbett's hair. Amanda looked at Mark.

"But what are you doing here?" Amanda asked.

"Wait a minute, Manda." Mark ran out of the room, and came back a few minutes later. Corbett was still hanging around Amandas neck.

"Who's that?" Amanda asked, as she saw the person Mark brought with him.

"He is going to marry us." Mark said, and hold up a bag.

"And here's your wedding dress. I found it in your closet at home. Well, are you going to put it on then? I haven't seen it!" Mark exclaimed, and pushed everybody, except Corbett and the pastor, out of the room. He gave the bag to Amanda, who was still looking confused.

"Manda, all of this made me realize that you never know when your life's over. You can take nothing for granted, as John said. The only thing you can take for granted is my love for you." He said, while holding Amandas hands. She still looked confused, but then nodded, and smiled.

"I'm not going to wear that dress!" Amanda laughed, looking at herself.

"You're right, you're already beautiful without it." Mark said, and threw the bag away. Corbett climbed of off the bed.

"Let's start!" Mark exclaimed, and hold Amandas hand.

"I love you..." Amanda whispered.

"And I love you too..." Mark replied. They laid on Amandas bed, after the pastor married them. He had wanted to talk to Corbett.

"You know, you could've asked the doctors for permission for your plan." Amanda whispered, and turned around to face Mark.

"I know, but it wouldn't be as much fun." Mark chuckled, and stroked Amandas hair.

"So now we're married, huh?" Amanda asked, and smiled.

"Yup." Mark chuckled. He looked at his wedding ring. He had let his and Amandas made, for Amanda. His name was curved into her ring, and her name into his. They would always have each other, no matter what.

"Mark?"

"Hm?"

"What will happen if I die?" Amanda asked. Mark sighed.

"I don't know. I hope you die without much pain." Amanda looked up.

"I didn't mean with me, I don't care what happens with me. I meant what happens with Corbett and Paige, and with you." Mark sighed again.

"They will live with me, I guess. And when I'm at work, I will bring them to the Perkins. I will not let anything bad happen to them, I promise." He looked at her. She smiled, and kissed him.

"Thank you..." Mark frowned.

"For what?"

"For giving me the best years of my life. For giving me two loving daughters. For giving me something to live for." Mark kissed her on her forehead.

"And thank you, for being the best and most beautiful wife in the world." Mark whispered. A tear rolled down Amandas cheek.

"I love you..." She cried.

"And I love you." He replied, and took her hands in his.

Mark walked through the halls. Again. Amanda was laying in the hospital for almost one month now. She had to stay in the hospital, so that the doctors were sure that if something happened to her, they could act immediately.

Amanda was getting sicker and sicker with the day. She had lost her hair from all the medicines, and she looked bad. Her face was pale, her eyes looked lifeless. She had told Mark that she didn't wanted to do this anymore. She didn't want to live if this was what she had to do the rest of her life. Mark hated to see her like this. She was never a fighter, he admitted that as well. But he had hoped she would at least do something to make this misery more pleasant. But she didn't. She just let it happen. He had come alone the last week. Corbett loved Amanda, she didn't wanted to see Amanda like this. Mark understood. He just hoped Corbett wouldn't be there as well when Amanda died. He didn't wanted Corbett to see that, it would break her heart. Amanda had made Corbett happy again. Corbett accepted it that Amanda was sick, and would most likely die. She called Amanda a lot, even when Mark was with Amanda. It was awkward, Mark would sit next to Amandas bed, and she would talk about school, about make-up, about ballet with Corbett. He felt he was neglected then. He knew he was being childish.

"Hi Mark. Amanda has had her medicines already, so she can be a little stubborn." Mark smiled. That was one of the bad affects of the medicines. Well, bad, it was kind of funny. Whenever Amanda got her medicines, she never wanted to do what the nurses wanted her to. She was just like a little child then.

He nodded.

"Okay. Thanks, Charlotte." Charlotte nodded, and walked out of the room.

"Hi, Mandy!" Amanda looked up. Her eyes were red.

"What's wrong?" Mark asked, and sat on the chair next to Amandas bed.

"Mark... I don't want this anymore. I really don't want this. I... don't want... this..." She cried. He sat on her bed.

"I know... I know... But I don't want you to go." He hugged her. He felt tears stinging in his eyes. Whenever Amanda talked like this, he felt upset. He laid next to her.

"It's... It's okay, Mark, it's okay... I'm done, I've done everything I wanted. I wanted you, and I got you, around my finger and in my heart. Especially in my heart. I didn't really wanted Corbett, but now she's almost the only thing I want. She is beautiful, a beautiful ballerina. And I wanted a baby from my own. Which I got; Paige. And I love you all. It's okay. It's only going downhill from here, I know it. I know I won't be better again. I want it so." She said, and grabbed hold of his hand. He nodded, with a lot of hesitation. His love was giving up. He couldn't take it, but he also couldn't leave her alone now.

"I will ask if we can finish it, okay?" Mark whispered. She nodded. He kissed her on her forehead, then on her lips.

"I love you." Mark whispered. He whipped her tears away.

"I love you too."

"Corbett? Corbett, would you please come here, I want to ask you something." Mark said. Corbett was on her room, doing exercises for ballet.

"Of course, I'm coming!" Corbett exclaimed, and ran down the stairs.

"Come sit." Mark said. She obeyed. She sat down next to Mark on the couch.

"I spoke Amanda yesterday. She... doesn't want to live anymore. Do you understand that?" Corbett wasn't surprised, or sad, or at least didn't show it. She nodded.

"Do you want to be there?" He hated to ask it. He didn't want her to be there. But Amanda would liked it if she was there.

"Yes." Was all Corbett said. His heart dropped. Was he really the only one who thought that Corbett would get problems with that later? She would see her mother die. He liked it that he didn't saw his sister being murdered.

"Okay." Corbett crawled on his lap.

"Will you be there as well?" She asked, after a long time.

"Of course I will." He said, and stroked her hair. Corbett smiled.

"Alright Amanda, I need you to drink this in one time." The doctor said, and made a drank. With that drank, Amanda would be dead, just like she wanted. Not only for the past month, but for almost her whole live.

"Corbett, come here please." Amandas voice cracked. Corbett nodded, and climbed on Amandas bed.

"Corbett, I need you to be the best sister Paige ever has. You need to be nice to Mark, don't slap him much, okay?" Corbett chuckled, then nodded. "And I need you to become the best ballerina in the world. I want to be proud of you!" Corbett nodded. "And don't cry about me, okay? I will always be with you, I promise." A tear ran down Corbett cheek. "Come here!" Amanda said, and hugged her.

"I love you Corbett, don't forget that. I will always love you." Corbett nodded.

"I love you too mama." Amanda smiled as she whipped a tear of off Corbett's cheeks.

"You already are the prettiest ballerina." Amandas voice broke, as she started to cry. Corbett climbed of off the bed, and walked over to Mark, who hugged her.

"Do you want to say goodbye, Mister?" The doctor asked. Mark shook his head.

"We already did." Amanda and him had talked with each other that morning, for almost three hours. Mark walked over to Amanda and gave her a passionate kiss. Their last one.

"Alright, here you go." The doctor said, as he gave Amanda the bottle. She shivered when she drank it. She quickly grabbed Marks left hand, and with his right hand, Mark grabbed Corbett's left hand.

"Tell Paige I love her, okay? I love you too." Amanda said, tears running down her cheeks. Corbett cried too. Amanda closed her eyes. The doctor felt for her pulse.

"I'm not dead yet." Amanda said, and opened her eyes. Mark smiled and Corbett laughed. Amanda closed her eyes again. After what seemed like almost a century, but were thirty seconds, the doctor felt her pulse. He shook his head.

"She's dead." Mark and Corbett kept looking at Amanda. She was laying peacefully, just like she did when she was in a coma. For some reason, Mark didn't felt really sad, like he expected himself to be. She had wanted it this way, and seeing her die eased the pain a bit. It wasn't like that moment in the warehouse. That time, he had wanted to save her, and she didn't wanted to die. Not really much, at least. This time, they both wanted it. Mark knew Amanda was right. It would al become much worse if they waited for her to die naturally. And if she then died, it would be with a lot pain. The doctor guaranteed him she died without any pain. It was better this way, he knew that too. She would be happy, wherever she was. She would be with John again.

A/N: Let me know what you think! I was crying when I wrote this, or at least, almost :).

Next up is the Epilogue! Let me know if you want me to make a new story, continuing from this story! I already have A LOT OF ideas for a new story! Let me know!