A/N: This is the last chapter. Again a big thanks to everyone who has read and commented. You all deserve a standing ovation.

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Days turned into weeks, and weeks shifted to months as the spring season escaped from the city. Danny remained true to his job, never once thinking about quitting. He knew that was not the way to mourn Lindsay, so he followed in her footsteps, knowing she had once traveled down the same path he was on. Every week he visited her grave, bringing a new bundle of flowers with each trip.

This time was no different. As he read her tombstone for what felt like the hundredth time, tiny snowflakes started spiraling down from the overhanging clouds. He half-smiled as one dropped onto his nose.

"Is that your way of saying hello, by putting a snowflake onto my nose an' messin' up my glasses?" he asked aloud before turning his focus back to her resting place. "I miss you so much, Montana. I think about you every day, about us and what our lives could have been like together. You brought out a side in me that I didn't even know existed, and I thank you for that."

Bending down, he put the new flowers in the small holder at the front of the tombstone. "Fresh flowers for you, my love. I hope you enjoy them."

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Danny headed down the road that led to the exit of the cemetery. More snowflakes began falling, surrounding him in a cocoon of white auras. Though the past few months had been hard to swallow, Danny could not stop a smile from forming at that very moment. It was a beautiful scene; the beginning of winter had arrived in New York City.

He knew it would be a long road without Lindsay by his side, but he took comfort in knowing that when his own years came to an end, and death would furl its wings around him, he would be reunited with the simple country girl who had stolen his heart….forever.