Author's Note: Hey everyone! Only one more chapter after this. This story is finally getting close to ending.

This chapter's a little short, and I'm sorry for that. I just couldn't add any more to it though, so it's going to stay short. Ah well…

Thanks to all of you who have stuck with this story. These last two chapters are dedicated to you!

Enjoy, and please review! ^_^

~January 26, 2010~

Do you regret anything, Matt?

Do you wish we hadn't gone through with this?

Do you wish you hadn't told me you loved me?

Do you wish I hadn't said I loved you?

Do you wish we'd never met?

As I watch the back of Matt's car disappearing down the street, taking a different route than I am, several thoughts go through my mind in a matter of seconds.

I wonder if he hates me for this. I thought leaving him like I did was the most hurtful thing I could do to him, but this is far worse. I know he doesn't hate me though. If he did, he wouldn't be doing this. He'd have refused to help. Hell, he might've done that even if he loved me. I know he doesn't hate me though. I wish he did. It would make me feel better about this.

I've pretty much condemned us both to death. I keep praying that we'll both make it, and that I'll get to hold him in my arms again, but even praying isn't fixing the sick feeling in my stomach.

Normally, I'd try to ignore that pain. I'm good at that. I had to be good at that, to survive in my line of work. It doesn't seem right tonight though. If I'm going to make choices that'll probably get me and my best friend killed, I should have to suffer for it. Maybe that's just the suffer-like-Christ Catholic in me talking, but either way, I think it's true.

When the time comes for me to leave too, I kick my motorcycle to life, and take off down the street, heading for the destination. Even with my task so close at hand, I'm still devoting most of my mind to Matt. It's amazing that I can even concentrate on where I'm going when I'm hardly thinking about the task at hand.

I'm thinking of everything now, from when we first met at Wammy's House, assigned to the same room, to the first time I kissed him (it was on a dare when I was thirteen), to when I saw his face right before leaving, to when I heard his voice again after so many years apart. I can almost feel his lips against mine as I remember when he kissed me after he saved me. The memory makes me smile.

My thoughts jump forward too, flashes of things that haven't happened yet forcing their way into my mind. It's painful, thinking of all the things that we'll never experience or share. I think of all the places we'll never visit, the cases we'll never solve. Even that's not as hard to think about as what comes next; all the evenings we'll never spend together, sitting on the couch, and all the times we won't fall asleep in each other's arms. I get short flashes of all the nights we won't make love, and all the mornings we won't wake up together.

Every new thought in my mind brings with it another shot of pain. I'm scrambling to come up with another way, anything to keep us alive. It's too late though. Matt's too close to his destination, and even if I had another plan, by the time I were to stop my motorcycle and get his number dialed, he'd already have the bodyguards on his tail.

I'm forced to resign myself to dying. I'm starting to realize just how much I want to live. My timing really sucks. I want to live just when I'm about to die. It hardly seems fair, though it's not like life's ever been fair.

I can see smoke outside the building, and a flash of red goes by as Matt speeds down the street. He's finished drawing their attention. That's my signal to get close to the entrance.

Just as I had calculated, Takada is right by the doors, Halle at her side, telling her to get into the building. This couldn't have worked out more perfectly, as far as the plan goes. I skid as I stop at the entrance, only a few feet away from my target, who's trying to go inside.

"No," I hear myself say. "We've just been attacked. It's too dangerous for you to stay around or inside the NHN."

I couldn't care less about what I'm saying. I'm only saying what I think will accomplish the task, nothing more.

"Then best thing for the moment is to get away from this place. Please, get behind me, ma'am."

Halle gives Takada the go ahead, and I feel her climb onto the back of my motorcycle. I take off, intent on completing my part in this.

Even as I execute the plan, most of my thoughts are still of Matt. I send up prayer after prayer in my head that he'll be alright. A few of the prayers are for myself; prayers that I'll be saved, so I can see Matt again. I can only hope that God is listening to me tonight.