Guys I don't know whether to be sorry for this or not...but this was going to happen since I started writing this. And I mean, I didn't put this in the Angst category for nothing...Augh, anyways you're getting an update today because I got 10 reviews, and I took a day off the planned update (a week) for every two reviews. Yeah, so sorry, not sorry, and there IS one more chapter after this one, but then it's the end. Meh...enjoy?

You were in a sweet moment of bliss with John, both he and yourself losing it, and as he lost it, a gust of wind disturbed everything in the room. Funny, your windows were closed. As soon as you could think clearly, you asked John,

"John?" John looked up at you.

"What was that?" John was like a deer in the headlights.

"John! What did you do?" you pressed, knowing it wasn't you, so it had to be him.

You watched a tear slide down John's cheek.

"Dave, I'm so sorry. I have failed you."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Dave, no. I can't. This wasn't supposed to happen. This can't happen."

"What?! John, explain this to me! Don't leave me in the dark!" you tell John.

"What, like you did to me?" he snapped back.

John pulled away from you, roughly returning his clothes to their proper places and packing his stuff up.

"John, stop. You need to explain the the fuck just happened."

"Dave...ugh. It can't be explained. It just...can't be..."

"John, please," you began resorting to begging.

"Dave, this is dangerous. We can't do this. I'm only supposed to-" John stops himself, as if he let out too much.

"Supposed to what?" you press, grabbing John's arm as he tries to leave. He rips his arm away from you, glaring.

"Nothing. Just leave it be."

And with that, John left. You got yourself dressed again and began cleaning up your room. Several minutes after John left, Bro came up to your room. He stood in your doorway, arms crossed and leaning up against the door frame and observing the scene.

"Must've been rough, huh lil' man?" Bro commented as he watched you clean up your room.

"Shut the fuck up, Bro," you snapped, throwing a shirt at his face. However, he caught it before it could even come near his precious pointy anime shades.

"Ooooh," Bro began mocking you. "Did someone not get to finish...?"

"It's none of your fucking business. Get out of my room," you ordered, holding back fast coming tears of hurt and frustration.

If Bro noticed this and realized something was terribly wrong, he didn't comment on it. He just sort of grunted, throwing your shirt back at you and flashstepping out of the room, closing the door behind him.

As soon as he left, you fell on to your bed, silent sobs wracking your body, For the first time in months, your razors grazed your wrist, leaving terrible bloody streaks in their wake.

Your heart beat fast as you made your escape from Dave's house. God, you were in so much trouble. You felt scared, frazzled, hurt. And most of all, you've never felt more alone in your entire existence. You wanted nothing more than to confide in Dave, but you couldn't. You never could. You had already made so many mistakes. You sucked at protecting Dave, and you should have never been a guardian archangel to begin with. You were sure no other angel had messed up as badly as you did. You were surprised you weren't just being taken away and punished, executed, right now.

As soon as you got home, you locked yourself into your room and curled up in the fetal position. Oh god, dear god you hurt so bad. You didn't want to exist. You didn't want to have met Dave, you didn't want to be his guardian angel, you didn't want to have fallen in love. But at the same time, you know you wouldn't give it up for the world. These were the dangers of being a guardian angel. It wasn't often the case, but there was always the danger of falling in love, and oh did it hurt when there was no one there to catch you. Dave didn't have the capability of catching you. You were a danger to him, and he to you, all the while you were supposed to be protecting him. He couldn't love you like he did, nor you he. Archangels were capable of so much love, but it was never meant to be like this. You weren't supposed to love like you did. You were supposed to care, in more of a maternal way than anything else.

You didn't take notice of your own tears, you were trapped in your own horrible thoughts. Why did you have to be such a failure? You were trying so hard to be good enough, so hard, so hard...

Another place, another time. Who were you? Where were you? You were aching, you hurt all over. God, what happened? You shifted your body, it felt like you were laying on a cloud. Wait wait wait...

You opened your eyes. Holy shit, you were laying on a cloud. Where the hell were you? What happened? By god, you just had to be dreaming. Someone with wings was headed in your direction. They approached you cautiously.

"Young man, do you know where you are?"

You shook your head, regretting it as it pounded.

"John," they addressed you. Was that your name? "You have passed over. You're in Heaven."

Heaven? "Why?" you asked, surprising yourself with an especially hoarse voice.

"You were in a car accident, John. You died, your parents made it. You have moved on through the gates of Heaven, and have experienced amnesia, quite common for someone who just died, actually," they replied.

Wait what? You died?! You began panicking. Fuck! Memories were surging back, blood everywhere, too much gore. It was all too much, too soon. Too much.

"Put him out!" you heard a voice yell. They didn't need to, you were blacking out on your own. You were going to start over, be raised as a guardian archangel in Heaven before you were ready to return to earth. It was almost as if you were going to get another chance...

You sat up, panting hard. What? What? It took you a few moments to calm down, and once you were calm, you were confused as hell. You remembered your old life, and quite clearly. You weren't supposed to, it was erased when you were "reborn" as an angel. So why did you remember?

You got out of bed, looking at your alarm clock. 6:47am. Had you really slept that long? The events from last night came to your memory and made you shudder. You had calmed down considerably, and you were just hoping Dave wouldn't be angry with you. He just needed to be patient, that's all.

You began getting ready for the day. It was Thursday, almost the end of the week, which was a relief. After showering and getting dressed, you ate poptarts for breakfast and headed out to the bus. You got on the bus, sitting next to Karkat. You converse with him for awhile before the bus arrives at Dave's stop. When he gets on, you greet him as cheerfully as possible.

"Hi, Dave!" you say, grinning and waving. Dave drags his feet, sitting in the seat across the aisle from you.

"Hey, John," he replies. He looks utterly exhausted, and you feel like you're the cause of it.

"Are you okay, Dave?" you ask, concerned. Dave shakes his head at you.

"We can talk about it later, John."

You nodded carefully. "Okay."

The bus pulled up to the school and you got off, going to your first class. For some reason, you felt a sort of disconnect, and your attention was wavering dangerously. No one payed attention to you, the teacher didn't ever call on you, not one head turned until you accidentally dropped your book. People looked surprised to see you there. It was really strange, to say the least.

After that class, you walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror there, only to see...nothing? What? You slapped yourself across the face, and your reflection flickered into view. Shit, you were losing time. You were going to be forced back into Heaven soon, no doubt for your inevitable punishment.

You walked out of the bathroom, continuing through the day with an occasional pinch to keep yourself there. Pretty soon, you found yourself walking home with Dave. His mood had lightened, and the two of you were listening to music. You closed your eyes, jamming out to your music, dancing ridiculously. You weren't watching where you were going, and you tripped off the curb of the sidewalk and into the street. This wouldn't have been a problem if there wasn't an oncoming car, if you had opened your eyes and seen it. It's horn blared loudly, but you couldn't hear it. You couldn't hear Dave's warning call for you. Seconds later, you were being through across the street but...not by the car.

No, no! You turned around, scrambling to your feet only to see the car throw Dave into the air, who skidded across the asphalt of the street as he landed. Blood everywhere, unbearable gore, no! Dave!

"Dave!" you called out, running towards his body. "Dave, fuck! No!" Dave wasn't moving. There was blood pouring out of his head.

"Call a fucking ambulance!" you shouted at the driver of the car, who had scrambled out as soon as Dave's body stopped moving.

"Holy shit...," they mumbled, pulling out their cell phone and calling 9-1-1. "Holy fucking shit."

"Dave..." you said, kneeling down next to Dave. Goddammit, he didn't have to save you! You were an angel, you would've been fine if you were hit. Fuck! You pulled Dave's head into your lap, and he was just barely hanging on.

"John..." he croaked.

"Dave no, stay with me Dave! Stay the fuck with me!"

"I...l-love you, John," Dave barely spit out.

"Dave, please! Don't go!" you cried out, tears spilling freely. His blood was soaking your clothes. You didn't care. You cradled him to your chest, taking your sweater off and pressing it to his worst wound, trying to staunch the flow of blood. "Oh god, Dave..."

His eyes fluttered closed. The rest went by in a blur, the ambulance coming, forcing you to stay behind. They rushed him to the hospital, and you were stunned. The driver of the car kept apologizing, and tried to sort things out with the police. The driver offered you a ride home. Hell no. Hell fucking no.

You made it home yourself. You got in your car. You drove mindlessly to the hospital.

You waited in the waiting room for hours. Dave was in the ICU. The doctors said his survival chance was minimal. You couldn't do anything about it. Your powers weren't working. You couldn't rewind the situation, you couldn't manipulate it, you couldn't do anything. It broke you.

When they finally let you see Dave, it was early the next morning, around 6 am.

"You can go see him now," a nurse told you quietly. You leaped from your chair, rushing to Dave's room. When you got there, he was sleeping. That was just as well. Just fine...

You took Dave's hand in yours, kissing it. "Dave please, pull through. You're so strong...stay strong..." The emotional pain in your chest was too much, you felt like you were going to burst. Dave couldn't die, he couldn't. If he did, he was going to hell...he was gay, he did bad things...he couldn't be forgiven. He didn't stand a chance. "Please...Dave don't leave me. I love you so fucking much, please be okay..." your voice was lifeless.

Tears slid down your cheeks all over again, soaking your sleeves when you wiped them away. Dave looked so sickly, so pale, so white, more so than usual. His shades were sitting on the side table, you didn't understand how they even survived the accident.

"Dave..." you found yourself quietly chanting over and over. He couldn't leave, he just couldn't. No. "Dave open your eyes. Be okay..."

Dave's eyes remained closed. He breathing was declining. The machines were beeping. No, no, NO!

"Dave!" you screamed. The hospital security had to escort you out. You pitched a fit. "No, Dave no!" you were struggling so hard, you couldn't let him go, you couldn't let him die! "DAVE!"

You were forced to sit quietly in the waiting room, security guards on both sides of you. A nurse came to deliver the news to you...

Your name is Dave Strider. Though it was 16 years ago you were given life, it is today that it has already been taken...