Author's note: Taking a break from my rhysha one shot collection to give you a little short fic of the first thing I thought of when I pictured what would have happened if Sasha had actually died in Episode 5 of TFTBL. Forgive any grammatical errors, its really late at night.

"Rhys gathered the large bouquet of flowers in his hands and kicked his car door shut, and walked towards his destination. It was very early in the morning, and he knew no one else would be there, and he definitely wanted it that way today. Normally being alone like this in the nearly dark would worry him, but he had other things plaguing him to keep those thoughts from crawling into his mind. There were a lot of things to do at work today, but he would deal with it all later. This was more important. He had been staring at the flowers and his shoes the whole way there, and when he knew he had reached where he was headed, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and looked in front of him.

The sight of her grave always sent a shiver throughout his entire body, and this time was no exception. It had been a few months, but it was still difficult for him to see her name carved on the glossy piece of rock, showing him in a way that he couldn't deny or hide from, that Sasha was gone. The pain that had been occupying his chest on the walk over swelled even more inside him. He thought that maybe the more he saw it, the easier it would be to accept, but he could feel the lump in his throat already coming, and he forced himself to look away

"Hey Sasha." He said softly. He could almost hear his own words echo in the absolute silence around him. The seconds ticked by, as Rhys tried to relocate the words that had been living in his head for what seemed like forever, but it was to no avail, so he stuck with his normal routine. "I just wanted to let you know how I'm doing. Things with Atlas are going really well, the newest gun prototypes are coming along nicely, or at least I think they... might be. Of course you could tell me if they are-" he forced a chuckle before falling silent. He held the flowers tighter in his grasp, as he tried to take a few more breaths, but air was becoming a tough thing to come by when he was suppressing the urge to cry.

"We haven't... we didn't know each other for very long, I know that, but I just wanted to say that I still think about. A lot. You were- are one of the most amazing people I ever met. Before I came down to Pandora, I didn't think people like you even existed." Rhys could feel the tears stinging his eyes now, but he just brushed them aside and continued, knowing that if he stopped now he would never finish at all. "I don't know if I was just deluding myself into thinking it, but I really felt like we could have been... something. I wish I had told you, I didn't because I thought we had all the time in the world, but we didn't." He said, his voice cracking. He cleared his throat and tried to stop the shaking that had taken over his speech.

"You must be sick of all the flowers, but I just wanted you to know that I miss you. I only got to give you a flower once before... any of this. You seemed to like it all right." He pulled the plastic casing off the bouquet and laid each flower gently in front of the gravestone. When he was done, he looked down at his handiwork, and he didn't think there were enough flowers, but then again, he never did. "Well, I have to go now, but I'll be back again soon. Goodbye Sasha."

He tried to walk away but he was glued to the spot. There was one last thing he had wanted to say for a long time, and he wasn't going to let himself leave until he did. He looked back at her gravestone and tried to picture her standing right in front of him, before saying in almost a whisper, "You know when you asked how you looked when I put that flower in your hair? You looked so beautiful, as always."