A/N: I'm a fan of the Night World Series, and my favorite story is Ash and Mary-Lynnette's. I liked the ending, but I always wondered what happened after. So, I decided to write my own FanFiction! The first chapter is sort of short, and if I get reviews, I'll continue, and maybe I'll write longer ones. It depends on the reaction I get.

So, I hope you enjoy!

The bright red desk in front of him seemed oddly opaque, all of a sudden. Ash gripped his pen tightly as he stared at the unfinished letter in front of him, addressed to Mary-Lynnette. God, how he missed her dearly. Every day he had the horrendous feeling that she had forgotten him, or worse, pledged to hate him for as long as she would live for leaving her alone in that dead-beat town. At least she had Rowan, Kestrel, Jade, and her brother, Mark.

But here, what did Ash have? This empty room? This bright red desk? The pen that he was slowly breaking in his muscular hand?

A long time ago, Ash came to the conclusion that here, he had nothing.

He wondered if his life had been better before he met Mary-Lynnette. He had his sisters, for a time. He had his carefree life. He had his reputation for being irresponsible. And he didn't care. He never cared.

Almost every second while he was away, he wondered if the old Ash he killed was the wrong one to die.

Even on those days when he had given into his pessimism of ever seeing Mary-Lynnette again, when he would drive out to clubs in the city, he could never convince himself to go inside, and would always end up back home in this room, sitting at his desk, trying desperately to find the words to put into a letter.

And that was where he was today.

Exhaling deeply in self-pity, Ash stood from the black chair, and crossed his bedroom to the calendar that rested on his wall. He hadn't checked it for weeks at a time, and hopefully he didn't have any people to repent to today. He stood in front of it, gazing at the individual squares, until he found today's date.

His eyes dilated.

In bright red letters, the date read:

TODAY IS THE 365TH DAY SINCE I LEFT MARE.

How could he not remember that? She was probably expecting him that day. Gathering up what remained of his courage, he withdrew his cell phone from his pocket, dialing a number that he had not called in a year. He had never been able to face her, even if it was only her voice.

The phone only had to ring once.

"Ash?" It seemed like his insides melted at the sound of her sweet, almost unfamiliar voice. He hadn't felt this way since he last saw her. It proved how much he still loved that girl, even if she had moved on.

A/N: So...how was it? Drop me a comment in the reviews!

PS: Please do not comment and be rude. I like constructive criticism, but I don't want people dropping f-bombs or anything. Oh, and the rating is T mostly because I'm paranoid. It won't get any worse than T either. Sorry for anyone that likes lemon. Even I enjoy a good lemon sometimes :). But not this time.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!