AN: I'm really sorry that took so long, guys! Especially for such a short chapter. D: But here it is... the end. Don't get all excited, it isn't too wonderful, but here you go!
Hands shaking, she walked to the other woman's grave, skirt billowing out as she sat down, placing a small beaded bag next to her, the bit of fabric and thread containing three vital things.
"Hey, Lizzie…" Felka's voice was soft, the tone she reserved for almost sacred times, but she was smiling, reaching out to brush against the cool headstone. It was almost time… she had waited for years for this… to be able to be free. Soon, she would be able to say she was done… to say that she had lived! Because what's living without dying? Right?
Elizabeta was dead, but for the first time in years, it didn't matter. It didn't matter that it was her fault, or that the Hungarian would never be back! It was going to end soon! Then… then, she would never have to deal with it again. The hurt would go away! It was a relieving feeling, really….
Ever so slowly, she reached into the bag next to her, pulling out a note and a single flower. She set them gently next to the tombstone and continued to smile, leaning in and giving the cold stone a light kiss, "It's nice to see you again, Lizzie… I've missed you, like, so much… but it's okay, I'll see you again soon! And it won't hurt Poland, 'cause Feliks will take care of it! He's my brother, y'know…"
Feliks will take care of it… that's what she had spent years trying to convince herself. Now, years later, Felka had finally done it… her nation would not fall. Feliks would be there to keep it up. And he would be a far better representation of Poland than she ever could! He would get respect and more! So it would all be okay!
After a moment of silence, Felka leaned over, pulling the final object from her bag; a small bottle. Thank God… it was almost over. Without hesitation, she took out the stopper and brought the bit of glass to her lips, throwing her head back and allowing the liquid to pass. She swallowed it all, making a face of disgust, but soon regained her happy look, leaning back and laying on the grass. The Pole took one final look at the tombstone and sighed, whispering, "Soon, Lizzie… I'll see you soon… but don't worry… Feliks make it better… and we can be happy up in Heaven."
Too bad Feliks was never real.