AN: This is the last chapter folks, I really hope you like. I really want to write a sequel but only if I get enough reviews! (So review people)! I've got a brilliant idea for the next story! Happy readings!

"Sydney!" he yelled as he leapt to her still body.

Please be alive.

She lay gasping for air.

"Sark." she whispered. She tried to move but it wasn't working, instead she tried to smile, she was happy, she was dying but at last she had told Sark those words, she loved him. Sark silenced her.

"Why did you say that?" he asked, he still wasn't sure himself, the way she had cried when he had said those words made him give up all hope.

She smiled again.

"Because I love you," she whispered.

I love you.

He pushed some hair out her eyes and smiled. "I love you too darling."

She kissed his hand.

Keep me safe.

Vaughn stood hovering looking at his gun. He had shot the only person he truly cared about

Sark looked at Sydney's wound. The bullet had soared straight through her stomach. Wounds like these were fatal and Sark knew that soon Sydney would be dead if she didn't get to a hospital. He wrapped his arms around her body in an attempt to pick her up. She winced.

"Sark, don't. Leave me here."

"But Sydney-"

"We'll find each other, we always find each other." She whispered.

Vaughn grunted as the words Sydney had spoken sunk in.

Not if I can help it

Sydney ignored him.


"Why don't you ever call me Julian?"

She could feel her heart slowing. Slower, slower, she knew she'd be gone soon but she wanted to stay here with him. She kissed him roughly.

The paradise I was promised.

"And with a kiss, I die."

"No-!" Sark shouted as her body went limp in his arms. "Sydney!"

Vaughn ran to them.


"She's gone."

"I killed her."

"It should have been me."

It should have been me.

It should have been me.

It SHOULD have been me.

But it wasn't

And one day we will meet again.


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