A/N: So, one year later (literally), I bring to you an alternate ending. I did warn everyone that this would not be a happy ending type story. So this ending will, of course, follow suit. You pick the ending you want, and, either way, I hope you enjoy. This takes off near the end of Chapter 13, so don't be confused if you realize that you have read some of this before, because you have (although I did remove one line that I had in before...)! :)

Chapter 13 - Control

And soon, Lina was sleeping in her crib, while I was sitting on the couch becoming paranoid. I started to worry that he had died while driving, or his death had occurred in the office and they had been unable to inform me. I started to cry again.

My head was in my hands when I heard the door open, and footsteps fell in the hallway. I stood up and ran to the source. I wrapped my hands around him. My forever. He was back. I cried, and he cried.

"God, I was fucking worried!" I yelled.

"I'm sorry," Lucas said. "I just..."

"It doesn't matter," I said, kissing him. "You're home, and safe. That's what matters."

We migrated to the couch, and formed into a cuddle ball. Unlike normal, I held him to keep him warm. It was peaceful, and wonderful. We sat like this for a long time.

It all ended when Lucas said, "There's an experimental drug. It could save me."

"Try it," I told him.

"There's also something else you should know," he said. "Something I regret more than anything I have ever done."

Darkness settled upon the house, and I remembered that the front door was still open. I wasn't sure what he was going to say, but it suffocated me. The darkness his words brought in were enough to kill me, "Wh-what is it?"

I felt Lucas shiver against my body, but I couldn't bring myself to pull him closer to me.

He began to cry, "Farkle, I am so sorry. I am so fucking sorry. I-I just couldn't control myself. H-he turned himself on to me, and I-i couldn't push him back. I didn't have the strength, I didn't have the want."

I turned as cold as Lucas as the pieces fell together. My forever had fucked someone else. Our purity was as dark as the darkness we had let in the front door. Our trust was gone. Our sacred bonds, our promise… fucking meaningless. I pushed Lucas off of me, and onto the couch.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I yelled. "Did you think it would make me -" I heard something move towards the bedrooms.

"What?" he asked.

I stood up, "Shut the fuck up, and say here."

I crept into the kitchen, and armed myself with a steak knife. As silently as possible, I walked to the bedrooms and checked on Lina. She was asleep, and in peace. Relief fell over me, and started to walk to the living room, to finish talking with Lucas.

"Hey," Lucas said, shaken, "Farkle. I need you, please."

I rolled my eyes, thinking about how he was going to kiss me. How he was going to fuck me. How he was going to expect that to fix everything. But it was going to, because his dick sliding in and out of my ass would be the same dick that had just slid in and out of the ass of someone else.

But then I saw something that would be forever ingrained in my head. The sound I had heard was in the living room, pointing a gun at Lucas' head. My heart stopped, as the relief flooded out of me as quickly as a flash flood fills a street.

"Shit," I said. I didn't know what to do, other than stare.

The intruder turned to me, and pointed the gun. Slowly the person turned from Lucas to me and began the approach. I smiled, and watched. There was nothing I could do besides wait for the intruder to control me.

The person was three feet away from me. My choice became apparent, I would have to tackle the intruder or we would all die. Lucas, Lina, me. I knew I was going to do it, I knew it would all work out well in the end. Lucas' drug would work, Lina would become our child, Lucas and I would move past the slip in fidelity.

I slashed an arm with my knife, and I felt a fist connect with my left cheek. I winced, and pushed us to the floor. The intruder hit my ribs with the butt of the gun, and the pain was immediate and intense. I knew I couldn't let it stop me, because I had already made my choice.

We rolled around on the ground, kicking and punching. I still had the knife, but I needed to find a fleshy area to stab and cut. He hit me again, but it allowed me to find the fleshy spot I needed. I smiled, groaned, and dug the knife up through the rib, and into a lung. I pulled it out, and repeated just inches away from the first spot.

The intruder screamed and yelled, "FUCK YOU!"

I could hear Lucas fumbling with his phone. I wondered why I hadn't thought of the previously. I stabbed again, missing his ribs and lungs. He groaned, and weakly brought the gun to my chest. I began to sweat… this was not what was supposed to happen. I viciously stabbed again, trying to swim away in the pool of blood, only to find I was too fatigued. I couldn't move.

"Don't," I pleaded. "Please."

I heard Lucas move somewhere behind me. Everything seemed to rush together… The gun moved away from my chest; a burst of gunfire rang in my ears. Someone collapsed with a mighty thud. I started to uncontrollably cry.

Then, it was over.

Chapter 14 – Goodbye

For obvious reasons, we moved out of our apartment. During the time without a house, we rented a hotel room. Though traumatic, our little family moved on and packed into the room that felt too small for us.

I slept on the bed near the door with Lina at my side. Lucas slept alone on the bed by the window. It was awkward, and it was miserable. Smiles were not had often, except for Lina, who was completely oblivious to all of the world's problems.

On a Tuesday morning, I told mom I needed her to watch Lina. It was time to talk to Lucas and straighten our relationship out.

I sat in a chair in the corner of the room. There was a role of anxiety bubbling in my gut, just like our wedding day. But it also wasn't just like our wedding day. Because there was also terror and dread this time.

The door opened and Lucas followed in. He walked in briskly, and sat on the bed closest to me.

"You fucked your doctor," I said, matter-of-factly. "Why?"

Lucas sighed, probably rolling thoughts around the sea of his mind, "He was telling me about the miracle drug, and I met his eyes, and he took off his pants, and I didn't stop him, and he was relatively attractive. I didn't just fuck my doctor, I fucked up bad."

"Yeah. You fucking did." What I said was not angry, nor was it sad. It was just cold.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "How can I make up for this?" He was in tears, while I was just sitting without any emotion. I was empty.

"You can't," I whispered, showing emotion for the first time. I slipped the ring off of my finger, and I placed it in his hand. I closed his fingers over the end of our relationship.

"I'll get a new doctor," he said, not understanding that I was done.

I walked to the closet and picked up my already packed suitcase, "Lucas, you know that it goes beyond that."

"Don't," he pleaded. "Please."

I looked at him one last time before shutting the door behind me. I pulled the trigger, "Goodbye."

Epilogue

Lucas's Point of View

As Lina grew she grew into a beautiful, smart young lady. Her grades never fell below a "B." After graduation, Lina moved on to college, and became an oncologist. When she felt steady in her job, she married a handsome man. Together they had three children.

My mom and dad reconciled and remarried. They lived happily together for eleven more years, when my mom died suddenly. It was determined to have been a heart attack. My dad lived for three more years following her death. On the third anniversary of her death, my dad had a major stroke. He was unable to recover from it.

Farkle's mom had always dreamed of traveling, so she left New York to travel the world. Using whatever money she had left, she moved from place to place, never establishing a permanent home. When she did visit visit my family, they made it a grand occasion. During a trip to Africa, she picked up malaria. Her old body was unable to deal with the treatment and any type of surgery. She died from the inside out.

Farkle never came back to me. Not once. Not even looking for a friend. It broke me. It beyond broke me. But I still had to live on, because that's the way it goes.

Though he never came back to me, he never stopped loving me. He still helped to pay for my cancer treatments. He still let me see Lina, though he always made sure not to talk to me more than he had to. It hurt him too much. I had broken his forever.

The hardest day of my life happened the day Farkle died. He had a massive heart attack at the age of fifty-five. He was unable to recover. Instead of burying his body traditionally, Lina and I went back to our pond. I let Lina sprinkle the ashes.

I died too. Which is just a basic part of living. But my death wasn't special. I was just old.

A/N: Here is the final time this journey will come to a close. I hope you enjoyed it, and if not, then I apologize (and recommend you reject the final few chapters and stop at a happy point)! Thank you!