An: I'd like to thank you all so much for reading and reviewing. This is the last chapter. And Eryngrace94, I owe you a fic.

Lisa woke up and went into her bathroom to splash water on her face to wake her up. She rubbed her face, trying to forget what had happened last week, which was admittedly, easier said than done. When she came down the morning after her heart got decapitated, she smiled and said good morning to her parents...which worried them. And whenever they saw after that, she was quiet, but smiled until they left the room. She hadn't done any crying, only once so far. Her dad had neglected mail when she was on lock down, and had asked her to get the mail. When she'd started flipping through the massive stack of mail, at the bottom she found a postcard from Michigan. She turned it over, "Wish you could be here." She bit the inside of her cheek, and after giving her dad the mail, had said with a trembling lower lip that she was going to the store. He didn't say anything when she came back without anything. Greg had not meant for her to read that, but she didn't know that. Lisa squeezed her eyes tightly, telling herself that when she opened them, her head would be cleared. Her hands slid to her neck, and she looked at herself in the mirror, Tada. She exhaled slowly and put her hands on her sink. Her eyes trailed down her neck to the purple, turning green spot, and felt the sudden urge to punch something, and cry simultaniously. She figured punching the mirror would take care of both those things without her father looking at her with a pitying expression, but then she would have to explain why she punched a mirror.

Lisa walked out of her bathroom and fell onto her bed. She'd been allowed to move into her old room. She heard her doorbell ring, and figured it was Ali or Miranda. Her dad opened the door, and she heard, "What are you doing here?" It was not the tone he used with her friends. Her head turned to the side.

"I want to see Lisa," she barely heard him say.

"No." Was her dad's short answer.

She heard Greg's hand hit wood, stopping the door from closing, "I'm never going to see her again."

"Good. Get started with that." Greg stopped the door again. There was a pause, "She doesn't want to see you. And that's not just an opinion." This time the door actually closed.

"Lisa!" She heard him yell. She sat up and saw him through her window on her lawn. "I didn't do it right, you know I'm an idiot! I've been packing to leave this week! But I just wanted to see you before I left!" She swung her legs over the side of her bed, and she started towards the window, his eyes fell before she got there, "I just wanted to tell you that, and this time," he paused, preparing himself, "I promise I will actually leave you alone forever this time!" She moved to the side of the window when he looked back up. "Bye Lise," he whispered and walked back to his motorcycle.

Lisa looked at him, her head resting against the frame. Go get him, the little voice said, and for once, Lisa followed its directions. She took off, skipping three steps when she got to the stairs, and continued out the door, not bothering to close it, or stop when her dad called her. "Lisa, what are you doing?"

She didn't stop running until she hit Greg's chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her. He recovered from shock quickly and put one arm around her lower back, and the other hand below her neck. He wasn't sure how long he sat sideways, hugging her, or when exactly he closed his eyes, but when he opened them, he saw her dad. He didn't look angry, or annoyed, he just looked confused. "Lise," he said quietly, "I gotta go." She sniffled, and nodded, pulling back just far enough to see him and moved her hand to his cheek. He pushed a curl behind her ear, one of his hands still on her waist, Don't kiss her, don't let her kiss you. "I have to go." He let go of her and she took a step back while he sat propperly on his bike. He couldn't look at her as he drove away, but she watched him to the end of the block. Lisa walked eback to her house, and when she passed her dad, and saw her mom, she said, "Please," she swallowed, "don't say anything." She blinked a few times and went upstairs.

An: (Hides behind hands) Don't throw rocks at me, there's a sequel! ...(Opens fingers) I already started, and I have my playlist ready.