AN:I know that it's been a long, long, long while since I last updated, but I'm back now, and I've got some new material, and I want to edit some previous works. I hope there are some of you out there that will want to continue reading what I've written, and I hope there are some new face who will also be interested.

DISCLAIMER: I Don't own Roswell, or "Don't Be There" by Switchfoot (Legend of Chin) I wish I did…

BTW: This is in Max's perspective, and takes place somewhere close to EOTW.

Don't be there
Don't be there

'cause I'm on my way

My wedding dance, I'm giving her my wedding dance…a dance I pray she never has.

And I'm already gone

over

And I'm on my way hey

I can feel the change. The change in our past.

And I can't recall myself
How I went down

I'm dying now. My breath is coming in short quick gasps, and the question of death is answered. I know death now. He's standing at the door, waiting…waiting for an old alien heart to finally stop beating. But it won't. My heart will beat forever, because of her.

It doesn't matter now that I'm dying. It doesn't matter that the world could be destroyed at any moment because of the life we had chosen together. Her heart beats now. It will beat for years now. It will beat because I have given her something. I gave her another chance. Another chance. Another chance I will never see…another chance I will never know…another chance for that precious heart to beat.

Did I get shot
Or shoot myself

My first glimpse of Liz Parker, when stepping off the bus for my first day of school in third grade, I saw into her soul. It was in that glimpse; that moment recognition, that I knew I loved her. When we sat next to each other in Mr. Radish's fifth grade class, I knew her mind. But it was that moment. The single moment when I saw her fall to the floor and crumble in a heap, I knew. It was over.

But it was when I healed her, and I knew her soul, that I didn't care.

I'm down here

I'm down here
And you're way up there

There was never a question of weather or not I was going to heal Liz. I couldn't let her die. I wouldn't let her die. Never. Even now, after so many words, so many arguments, so many insecurities, misinterpretations, after destiny…it's never been a question, Liz and I. It's always been her. It will always be her.

But that doesn't hurt badly
But it stings right here hey

I have to now. I have to remember. Because it hurts. It hurts so badly. Not just on the outside, but inside too. I need to remember, because it was worth it. Every moment of Liz is worth it. Was worth it.

I can't recall my self

How I went down

Did I get shot

Or shoot myself

It's what brought me here. Liz. She could take me anywhere. I was up late when I thought about it. I'm here now because of that idea, because of the thought that maybe I could change things. Even for a little while. So maybe I could have a little more time with her, a few years, a few hours, another second. All stolen seconds, moments in time I'm too weak to stay away from. But it's Liz, there was never a choice to do anything else.

But when I think back to the beginning. The day I healed her, I think that maybe that that's where it all started, and where it all ended.

And I won't pretend there's
Nothing there
You be around and I'll be square
Don't be alarmed if I'm not there
You be around and I'll be square

She was my everything. I loved her, I love her more than I could ever explain, even to Michael and Isabel. And the miraculous part about it all, was that it wasn't one sided. She loved me. But I gave her something. Something she didn't have last time, something she can hold onto. Something that might save us.

If you're a rose
Then I'm the thorn
That's in your side

I was such an idiot, such a coward. But I was young and I didn't know. I had noble ideas about protecting your loved ones. Ideas that maybe if I stayed away, it would somehow hurt less. That maybe I could stave away the pain. Moments, stolen moments…

And does it hurt badly
'Cause it burns right here hey

But it did hurt. Hurt so bad and I loved her so much…

I can't recall myself

How I went down

Did I get Shot

Or shoot myself

So, I'm lying here, and I'm remembering, every moment, every thought, every touch, because it was her.

I'd like to say hello
I'd like to say

I care
I'd like to let you know

"I love you…"

That nothing here's the same with me
Nothing here's the same

I can't recall myself how I went down

Did I get shot

Or shoot myself

"…Liz Parker…"

And I won't pretend there's
Nothing there
You be around and I'll be square
Don't be alarmed if I'm not there
You be around and I'll be square

And that's how it will end. How I will end. Remembering Liz Parker.

Don't be around
Don't be there

AN:I know this was short, but bear with me. If you guess liked what you read, and if you want some more I'm more than willing to update, respond, and finish this. FB? Please?