A/N: Spoilers up through second season. Thank you to Tallera for many words of wisdom and many years of mind melds.

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Logan once told me that the universe is always on schedule. That may be true, but I have a strong suspicion that the universe and I are not using the same calendar. I mean, come on, we're like the poster children for bad luck. My own "childhood" not withstanding, it seems fate loves to conspire against us. What happens the first week we met? He goes and gets his ass shot off. That tall sturdy man whom I had first seen holding a gun on me, and then walking companionably with me, was now fated to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. My fault, as often as I've tried to deny it. But, truthfully, it's all on me. One hundred percent.

All. God, there is so much that is my fault. During the Escape, so many were killed and captured. Eva, for one, was shot right in front of me. And in the time after, I could have helped Lucy, but I didn't. All I was interested in was saving my own pitiful skin. God only knows if she's alive anymore. Original Cindy, my own best friend, almost got murdered because of me. And The Twelve, I've been managing to kill them one by one. First Brin. I didn't save her as I promised. Then Ben. Hell, I snapped his neck myself. Tinga. I let them take her. They used her as a lab rat and destroyed her. Another promise broken. Zack was the last I've destroyed. He put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger because of me. Because I was dumb enough, desperate enough for the rest of my freedom to take on Manticore. Dumb enough to watch an X7 walk up to me, draw a gun, and put a bullet through my heart.

My heart has been shattered. Even though it has been replaced, thanks to my big brother, all the cracks and tears are still there. We had another day, Logan and I. We had forever. All the time in the world. We just never realized that forever was really tomorrow. And, as I've learned during my rotten existence, tomorrow always comes. Destiny had listened to all our denials, our pleas, all our pledges that we had enough time and with a quick nod of Her head, cursed us. Now instead of finding heaven, I have been damned to hell. Instead of being free, I have been shackled by my love for him. I will continue to stand by his side, torturing my soul as I remain a breath away. Sometimes I look at Logan and wonder why I stay. Why I don't just pick up and run. Maybe it's because it'll take forever to cure this virus bitch. After all, I've learned that forever is really tomorrow.