A/N: Hey, GreenField again. This is a songfic for George Boleyn and Elizabeth,her OC. You're probably getting a bit sick of her by now. Anyway, this is set after George's death to the song Neutron Star Collision by Muse. It's so perfect for them.

I was searching
You were on a mission
Then our hearts combined like
A neutron star collision

Elizabeth woke from a fitful sleep and reached out to the side of the bed that had so often been occupied by George, even though she knew that he could not possibly be there, that he never would be again. She stifled a sob, pressing her hand to her mouth to silence her tears. That very morning the axe had swung down and cut off his beautiful head, and he would never hold her again.

She remembered the first time they had become reacquainted at court. She, young and hopeless and naive, searching desperately for a love that was long lost. Him, young and handsome and far too clever, looking for his next whore. He hadn't expected, however, to fall in love with her, to never take another whore but her ever again.

I have nothing left to lose
You took your time to choose
Then we told each other
With no trace of fear that...

Our love would be forever
And if we die
We die together
And lie, I said never
'Cause our love would be forever

Oh, how well she remembered the day that they had declared their love for each other. Alone in that tiny little room that had been hers and Aurora's at the time. How they had known right from that moment that no matter who came along, there would never be anyone else. How, when he had kissed her for the first time, her heart had exploded into thousands of tiny pieces, overflowing with love and lust.

The world is broken
Halo's fail to glisten
You try to make a difference
But no one wants to listen

She tried so hard to save him, Hell, she even stood up in court for him, let everyone know that she was his whore and she loved him, damn the consequences. She tried so much, and no-one would listen. She begged Cromwell, she fought for his life until the moment that axe ended it.

Hail,
The preachers, fake and proud
Their doctrines will be cloud?
Then they'll dissipate
Like snowflakes in an ocean

It wasn't just her that needed him. What about the reformation, the reformation that he and Anne had designed, the reformation that she, too, had so longed for? Without them, Henry would weaken under Jane Seymour's Catholic influence. Their hard work would be for nothing, his hard work would no longer matter.

Love is forever
And we'll die, we'll die together
And lie, I say never
'Cause our love could be forever

She always said that she would die without him. But what of her children, her two beautiful daughters and the son she carried in her belly?

Now I've got nothing left to lose
You take your time to choose
I can tell you now without a trace of fear

That my love will be forever
and we'll die
we'll die together
Lie, I will never
'Cause our love will be forever

But, in reality, she had died with him. Her heart was dead, her soul was dead, and what was she without her heart and soul? A corpse, a walking corpse, alone, destined to live on in this hell without him, destined never to love again.

"Oh, George" Elizabeth whispered, sniffling into her pillow, staining the linen with her tears, "I love you"