(A/n: sorry guys... This is another oneshot, ive been pretty busy in school so I'll make a Sad oneshot or two shot)

disclaimer:don't own anything but le plot.

Austin's POV:

I have only minutes until I see you. I don't to them crying.

Just close your eyes.

I thought time would stop forever. I thought for one minute I could just hold her again.

Oh yeah, I remember. Because she died. She died while doing the thing that everyone like her was meant to do.

The sun is going down.

She was meant to be the one next to me... the one holding my hand, my worn out, calloused hand. But except it wasn't calloused.

Like I always said. There's no way I can make it without you.

I know what you're thinking. You should've gotten over it by now!

But I couldn't bare playing the beaten, familiar guitar.

That once was hers.

That once was ours.

You'll be alright.

She was meant to be my wife, forever and always. She was meant to be the one being a role model for our children.

Our children.

I always knew she was a fighter, she shouldn't of gone like this. I would've taken her place.

No one can hurt you now.

The only time I get to see her is when I'm not awake, even I can't control what happens then. I'm still crying. Why?

Because one of our children looks like HER. One of our children is exactly like her.

And the other one looks like me.

I'm sorry she wasn't there for them. It wasn't her fault. But even 20 years later. It's just heartbreaking I could still see her, face motionless.

Come morning light,

I couldn't drown out them crying but I couldn't drown her out even if she wasn't making a sound.

I can hear my heartbeat slowing. Im finally losing to life. It was a game none other than darkness itself could win.

I can feel our children crying, they hold my hand.

"Don't leave us dad!"

That's Lyra Willow Moon. Our daughter with the shy personality even to this day. She's got a baby girl, she named her after her.

"One more minute, please! I'm begging!"

That our son, Carter Nathan Moon. He has a set of twins just like we did. They both look like a mixture of us, except with a green tinge to their eyes.

I imagine her eyes, the chocolately, silky, entrancing pair of cocoa-coloured eyes that give away any signs of emotion.

I say my final goodbye to our children who grieve in the same manner I did. No shouts, no howling and no uncontrollable crying. They sit there in silence, heads down. They know I'm finally at peace as I have joined her.

"Hello Austin. Long time no see."

I recognise that voice.

I see the one who I have been waiting for from the day she left.

You and I will be safe and sound.