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"Promise me that this isn't the last time we will ever be like this, that I will see you one day again. Just promise me that…"

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:

Bobby woke up in the middle of the night to the feel of someone touching his face. He looked up to see that Marie was leaning over him. What was she doing here? The last time they had spoke hadn't ended on such good terms. Then he smelled the alcohol on her breath. That's why she was here. It finally made so much more sense to him now. This should be interesting to say the very least.

"What do you want, Marie," he asked slowly and somewhat carefully.

"I can't believe I'm leaving all of this in the morning," said Marie, hurt underlying her shrill tone.

"Would you calm down and get under the covers. You're shaking…"

"Fine," pouted Marie as she got under the covers and wrapped her arms around Bobby.

Bobby sighed deeply. This was the last thing that he needed, but the last thing that he knew how to resist. Here was the only woman he knew how to love, in his arms, and she would be leaving him that following morning.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah…"

"Are you going to miss it?"

"No, but I'll always miss you…"

Bobby looked down at Marie as the tears began to fly down her cheeks. He pulled her on top of him and began to run his fingers up and down her back. Things couldn't end this way, could they?

"Bobby, I didn't mean all the things-"

"I know you didn't, but we can't change thing now, can we? You are leaving in the morning and I am staying here. Once more, we live two completely different lives. Let's try to make this something this isn't…"

"I understand that you have to stay here. You put your time in. You're better now, you're okay and you're going to do great. I get it. I won't say anything to make this harder," promised Marie solemnly.

"Thanks, but you being here does make it as hard as humanly possible…"

"I wish I hadn't said all those things. I wish you could come back with us. I wish that I could stay with you."

"Me too…"

"Bobby, I love you…"

Marie looked up into his eyes and he just stared back at her with an unreadable expression. He didn't know what to say to her, if words were even meant to be said in this moment. Bobby angled his head and kissed her.

Marie wrapped her arms tightly around Bobby as they continued to kiss. Everything would change forever tomorrow. She didn't know when she would see him again. What if she never saw him again? That thought was more than she could possibly bear. That much she knew for certain.

"Promise me something Bobby," demanded Marie as she finally pulled away from his kiss.

"What?"

"Promise me that this isn't the last time we will ever be like this, that I will see you one day again. Just promise me that," insisted Marie.

"I'm not going to make a promise I can't keep…"

"No, Bobby. You have to promise me. I can't go back to that school without knowing that one day you'll be with me again, that you'll hold me and kiss me like this once more. I don't think I can live the rest of my life without knowing that I'll see you again. I can't do it…"

"Marie…"

"Why can't you come back with us," asked Marie as she began to cry once more.

"I can't and you know this is where I belong. But, this is not the end of us. Haven't you gotten it by now? No matter who we're with, even if down the line we're married to other people we belong to each other. You're mine, and it's always been that way…"

"Yeah…"

"I'll think of you every single day and I'll never forget you no matter where I go, no matter who I'll meet…"

"Find me one day," pleaded Marie.

"I don't have to. You'll always be with me, in my soul. That's something no one can take away from us no matter how they try," promised Bobby.

"I'll take it for what it's worth…"

"I meant it, Marie. I love you…"

"I love you too…"

She hung onto him throughout the night, knowing that this would be the last time they would be like this for a very long time. She had to let him go for now, even though that was the very last thing that she wanted to do. Who knew when she would see him again?

"I trust that you made it home alright," questioned John the very next morning as they sat on a plan heading back for New York.

"Yes, I did," replied Marie solemnly refusing to look at John.

"You didn't go home last night, did you," asked John, knowing her far too well.

"I saw Bobby. I just want to clear the air-"

"Let's not even mention it," said John, as if the idea of it all terrorized him.

"Okay… Things aren't ever going to be the same are they? What if I never see him again. I love him…"

"Oh, God," said John as if the world were about to end.

"I'm leaving him and I don't know if I will ever see him again. To tell you the truth I don't know if I could live with that," said Marie with a sense of desperation.

"You will see him again. You have to know that after all this time. He'd never leave you forever. You'll see him when you least expect it. I promise…"

"Okay… I think I want to sleep for now. Wake me up when the plane lands," said Marie, not wanting to deal with anything that was going on in her world at that moment.

She leaned her head on John's shoulder and fell fast asleep. He looked at her for a moment and felt a sense of pity for her. Everything had changed and nothing was ever going to be the same ever again. He knew that much. He also knew that things were not over between Bobby and Marie. They never would be. But, everything, was about to get really messy and dramatic. That much he knew for certain…