A/N= final chapter this time friends I promise! Thanks to all you beautiful people who followed/favorited this FanFic! Please review! This chapter focusses on the 21 hours and 7 minutes mentioned in the first chapter, as well as the epilogue/conclusion type thing. See ya!

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She Was All I Had:

Chapter eleven:

Two hours later:

We were still in the same position that we were in after she had patched up my hand. Riley seemed to be asleep, so I took the opportunity to reflect on what was currently happening. I met up with Riley, made up with her, and then made out with her, and it was awesome. I had been bitten, she had been bitten, and it sucked. But it was worth it for this moment. Riley had fallen asleep whilst holding me. It felt…Right-as though it was meant to be. And I called Riley a sap! I thought to myself.

"Ellie," Riley murmured.

"Yeah?" I responded, wondering why she had woken up.

"Ellie…" that's when I realised that she hadn't woken up, she was dreaming… of me?!

"Ellie I didn't mean it. No! I'm sorry…" she sobbed, "No Ellie-I love you, I'm sorry…" she muttered again. What! She loved me? Like I loved her? I looked at her face again, just in time to see her eyes flutter open. Her unfocused, sleepy eyes came to rest on mine.

"Ellie?" she said, clearly still half inside of her dream.

"Hey lover girl," I teased. See gave me a questioning look, so I added, "you talk in your sleep."

"Oh. Shit. You hear much?" she asked, to which I responded with a nod and a smile, "that happened once before, at the Fireflies. My roommate Melanie told me after I dreamed about us-" she cut herself off before she finished the sentence. She actually blushed! "she just told me."

"Oh come on Riley. What happened!" I asked eagerly-Riley never blushes!

"No. You're too young." She said grinning.

"Hey, fuck you! I'm only two years younger than you are!" I exclaimed angrily. But Riley of course only grinned wider. "Come on; let's go back to the carousel."

And so we started to walk back towards it, and it was a whole ten minutes later-once we had reached it-that I realised, "Hey! You didn't even tell me what the dream was about!"

"Damn it Ellie I'm not telling you!" she cried in exasperation.

"Fine!" I pouted, "I'll figure it out myself. So… it was embarrassing, your roommate didn't appreciate it much… Did you like me then? As in, like me more than friends?" she nodded. "So it was embarrassing, about us, you liked me… give me a clue, where did it take place?" Riley simply blushed and looked away.

"Come on! It's not like you dreamed of us making out or anything!"

"How would you know!" she shot back, but then put her hands over her mouth.

"Holy shit, you did, didn't you! Ha!" but then I saw hurt flash across her face- she had taken my laughter the wrong way. "Oh Riley, come on. For one, I've dreamed about that as well. And for two; well, if you hadn't dreamed of that at one point, I'd be insulted. Oh and three; who hasn't dreamed of making out with me, I mean come on now!"

"Whatever bitch!" she laughed.

"Now are we gonna ride this thing or what?"

"Alright, alright I'm coming!" she smiled.

-ElliexxxRileyxxxEllie-

"I loved how she blushed. It was sweet, almost endearing." I told Marlene, who seemed pretty interested, "Did my mum look nice when she blushed?"

"Yes," she said, smiling as she reminisced, "But her smile was better. It was so simple yet so… stunning."

"Bet it wasn't as nice as Riley's…" I whispered sadly. How was I supposed to cope without her? Suicide was the only solution to the problem. The more I brooded upon it, the more certain I became.

She wrapped her arm around me, an attempt at comforting, and whispered, "Carry on."

-RileyxxxElliexxxRiley-

Eight hours later:

We explored the mall for a long time after the carousel. We had come to rest in a bed shop which was barely touched, (Guess not many people thought to loot an entire bed) because Riley fever had set in. We layed together in one of the double beds for a while listening to my Walkman, but Riley's condition was rapidly declining, and Riley-always being the logical one-decided we had to face that fact.

"Ellie… I'll be an infected by morning. We both know that. I'm going to chain myself to that bed over there, and sleep. You sleep too. When you wake up, shoot me." the way she spoke about it as though it was just standard procedure made me angry.

"What if I change first?"

"Ellie, you haven't changed at all in ten hours. You aren't infected. Don't know how, don't know why, but that's how it is. Now please Ellie; I love you, and I know that you love me too." With that she handed me her gun. "Please, don't let me hurt you."

I nodded solemnly.

Eleven hours later:

Since I joined the military school, I could remember only one happy thing; Riley. I had no parents, no friends, and no one to love. So I had one thing that fit all those criteria's-Riley. Who was more mature than me, and gave me guidance like a parent? Riley. Who was there when no-one else was, to share the good times and the bad, who was a true friend? Riley. Who was beautiful, my light in the dark, my beacon of hope-my one love in this world of sick, twisted people? Riley. Yet I stood with a gun pointed at her head, knowing that this is the only way because this isn't a love story- it's a tragedy. A relationship that is faced with odds that cannot-will not-be beaten. Simply because the world has gone to shit, we had to suffer-except Riley didn't. If I pulled the trigger of her gun, she could go beyond. At the pull of a trigger, she could be free again… she could be happy.

Seven minutes later:

I pulled it.

-ElliexxxRileyxxxEllie-

The tears were streaming down my face as my story concluded. Marlene was studying me as though making a decision.

"Come with me," she said after a while.

I followed her to a pitch black room, and without warning, she pushed Riley's gun (which I hadn't even realised she had taken) into my hands and shut the door behind us. She flicked on the lights, and in the corner of the room I saw a man in his late thirties-evidently in the last stage of infection-chained to the wall.

"Here's the thing Ellie. You are the cure. You could help make a vaccine should you choose to help the Fireflies. You know that's what she would have wanted. But I know it hurts, and I know that you want the easy way out. So it's up to you. What you want or what she wants. Either you pass the initiation by shooting him, or do what you've wanted for the past few hours, and shoot yourself."

I was shocked to say the least. What should I pick? Pick my happiness or hers? But in this scenario, who has "she"? Would I be pleasing Riley, or Marlene? Deep down however, I knew that Riley would want me to help everyone by making a vaccine. Riley was all I had, my only love, and if it pleased her, I would do anything. And right now, I could please everyone, including Riley, by pulling a trigger.

So I pulled it.

The end.