A/N- Last chapter. Please don't hurt me, it had to happen. Tune in for the threquel, "In Your Embrace At Last". It might be a few days before I start posting it.
Obsetress- Lea Salonga was in a soap? Cool. Hehe... It makes me happy when I can change a reader's entire mood... especially when said change is noticable to others. Thanks for your reviews this story, and I hope you'll follow the threquel.
Danica Enjolras- I know, he shoulda just married her when she got outta the hospital and ruined my sequel. But not necessarily the threquel, which, by the way, I hope you'll r&r also. Thanks for reading the first two installments!
nebulia- Thanks for all your reviews! I love cuteness and fluff and whatnot myself... thus the last chapter. And about half of the threquel. Hope you'll keep reading.
T-R-Us- Your reviews make me so happy! You're too nice, really. I'm glad I can brighten your... fanfiction... day... with my stories, though. I've made you cry? Wow...
Sorrowful Wind-Whisperer- Yay that was unexpected! I was afraid it would be obvious... But I'm glad it wasn't. Heh... yeah, and you'll be trying to figure out how I'll have a plot for my threquel after this chapter. And I do hope you'll read the threquel as I post it.
Mlle. Verity le Virago- I made you purr! Hehehe... yay! Thanks for reviewing this fic, and I hope you'll read the threquel. -cheesy grin-
elenlaurelin- I love fuzzy fluffiness oh-so-very much. As is possibly apparent in these here stories. Although I also have a thing for angst... which is probably also apparent. Hope you read the threquel, and thanks for reading this'n.
The water still had swirls of red winding through it. It found its way over many rocks in its course, and did not notice one more obstacle in its path.
The little river was deceptive in the place where it was crossed by the bridge. The shadow hid how shallow it really was – here the water was a little less than six inches deep.
Many children had come to swim in this spot, disappointed to find that it was barely good for wading. Large rocks were hidden under the smooth surface.
And now a young man, also under the deception of the shadows, had learned of this trickery.
Perhaps.
Or perhaps it had been instantaneous. Perhaps he had not had time to wish he had found a higher bridge or a deeper river.
Had he suffered? Possibly. No one had been there when he had thrown himself into the water. There were no witnesses.
Police identified him as a young man who had gone missing a little over two weeks ago. An autopsy showed that he had not eaten in days. The rocks at the bottom of the stream had broken his back.
They notified the people who had turned him in as missing.
His funeral was held two days later. Among the guests were a pretty young girl and her tall fiancé, a man with a rash covering his jawbone, and, in the back of the crowd, a sobbing Asian girl with long, dark hair.
"Bring him home," sighed a bearded man at the front of the crowd. "Bring him home."