Chapter thirteen: The final beginning

This is the last chapter and I just wanted to thank all of those who have been great in encouraging me to write this story! I can't tell you how happy it made me to see how many reviews I got for just this short little story. So once again, thank you all and enjoy the final chapter of this story!

Well, the first thing you need to know about everyone's life is that there are not always happy endings. I mean, yes Zim and Gaz had happy endings and Dib also had a happy ending…if you could call it that. But not everyone is going to have a happy ending. I hope you people know that.

~Starlight

Gaz lay on her bed staring absent-mindedly out her window. All had worked out well over the past decade. Sure, her and Zim broke up so Zim could go after his dream of ever becoming tall. She smiled to herself just thinking of how persistent he was. Oh boy, that would take awhile for him to finally complete his 'mission' thingy.

So, indeed they had split and Zim went back to Irk; he had never been comfortable on Earth. His Tallest Purple died and so apparently he felt that it was his duty as an Invader-make that ex-invader-to go back to his home planet. Gaz didn't mind so much. She knew their relationship had pretty much shattered and their apparent "love" for each other had ended quite suddenly after they had made it official.

Dib had found a wife, had three kids and was now president of the P.I.U (P=paranormal I=investigation U=unit), his dream job. Gaz was happy that he was enjoying his non-miserable life. Ugh, when did these feelings appear?

Gaz was a single, independent woman who lived by herself with her loyal feline, Sagittarius. She was a golden beauty with piercing yellow eyes and a bushy tail. How Gaz loved that cat.

Amazingly enough, she attracted a lot of attention from various men. How, she didn't know but she hadn't yet met "the one". But, sometime in her life she was sure she would finally have found true love. Jeez, since when did she become the sappy type? She shivered involuntary.

And, so, she thought, it had been a pretty good childhood. Now, what adventures would life itself bring to this gothic woman? Well, that's another story.

Fin.