A\N: The last chappie. Sorry, guys...all good things must come to an end.

I can't hear the words.

I keep my eyes on Trent's coffin, and I'm so lost in the memory I can't hear the words of the eulogy.

I remember Trent taking off his helmet. His father smiling down at him.

He had peace.

Why wasn't it enough?

Other memories start to slip into my mind. His defense of me, when I couldn't remember anything. His smiles. His strength.

The good shining through the bad.

I don't want to cry. I just sit there, stone, alone.

And I remember.

I remember how he loved me.

And all anyone knows is that he was evil.

I can't say anything. Dr. O said he'd talk to everyone. He is now, saying that Trent was a good kid, just caught up in events he couldn't deal with.

I hear people crying. Something's wet on my face, and...and I think I'm crying.

I look at the coffin. It wasn't your time, love. We were supposed to heal, to forget being turned and to fall even more in love with each other.

It's wrong. This is so wrong. He can't be dead.

I need you.

I feel my stomach lurching, and I stay still, trying not to throw up. I need him here. I need him, not to feed the darkness, but to hold me while I cry, to kiss and fall in love with.

Why isn't he here?

I realize the funeral's over. Dr. O stands next to me as they put the coffin in the ground. He's saying something, but I can't hear it.

"Kira? You okay?"

I nod slowly. "I'm gonna stay here." I say quietly.

Everyone leaves. I kneel beside Trent's grave.

"I'm alone again, sweetie." I whisper, tears falling onto the grave. "My parents don't believe I'm alive. I have to stay with Dr. O." I laugh bitterly. "I'm always alone, aren't I? But...damn, Trent. I thought you were different. I didn't think you'd do this." I shut my eyes, trailing my finger over the headstone. "They put an angel on your headstone." I tell him. "I told them it was cheesy, but I think you'd like it."

I don't open my eyes. "I'm scared, love." I admit. "I don't remember everything yet. I don't want to go on without you here to help me. And I wish I were with you, because anything's better than being away from you. And now I can't even open my eyes, because I want to pretend you're here with me."

I stay there, eyes shut, wishing, praying that when I open my eyes, he'll be behind me, smiling...

But no one's there.

And finally, I have to open my eyes.

The graveyard is empty, except for Dr. O. He holds out his hand to me.

I take it, but as we walk away, my heart stays in the ground with Trent.

I don't think it'll ever leave again.