Ok, so I know this is a really bad ending. I'm sorry. But I was so bored with this fic that it got to the point where I had to end it or I would go insane. But thank you, readers, for all the wonderful support even though I have been on my worst behaviour with updating, etc. You are truly wonderful people :) :) :)
Well, I'm probably going to write a Hunger Games fanfic at some point, but I'm gonna take a little break from FF for a while. Again, thank you :)
And here it is!

Chapter 28: No one follows

When I arrived at the beach, Marko was already there. The look on his face wasn't angry even though I knew he'd been waiting there for about two hours. I'd done it purposefully to wind him up.

"How long have you been here?" I asked innocently.

"Not long."

Liar. But then I suppose, when you have an eternity stretched out ahead of you, a few hours isn't exactly a long time.

"Have you made up your mind?" he asked me.

"You sure like to get straight to the point."

"Sorry."

"No you're not."

I looked at him, and he stared back. Where did we go from here? I couldn't exactly fall at his feet and declare my love for him without looking like a fool. And, well, to be perfectly honest my pride had already taken enough of a bashing in these last few weeks. The crying. The pointless decisions. Pointless, pointless decisions.

"I really am sorry. For everything," he Marko told me. "But we can run away. Far away. And no one will ever come between us again."

"If only that were true, Marko."

"It is."

"This is your home."

"No, Allie," he protested. "My home is wherever you are."

"Home is where the heart is."

"Exactly." He either didn't notice that I was being sarcastic, or didn't care enough to respond appropriately.

"Why now? Why do you want me back now?"

"Everyone makes mistakes. I did. After all, we're only . . ."

I feel blood rush to my cheeks. "Human," I finished for him. "We don't even have that excuse anymore."

"We're not God, then. Mistakes are something we all make sometimes."

"You don't even believe in God."

He took my hand, and I didn't yank it away. "I'm starting to. How else could I have found you, if there wasn't a God?"

"I start to think that, too, until I realise that that's a stupid idea. Coincidence is the word you're looking for. Luck. Chance."

"You're wrong," he said.

"Whatever. For crying out loud, you can't even walk inside a church. You're damned."

He stared at me.

"We're all damned," I whispered.

"If that's the case, I want to spend the rest of my eternal damnation with you."

I started to shake my head, but he took my face in his hands. "Don't," he said. "Don't say no."

"I . . ."

"Please."

To my extreme embarrassment, I started to cry. "Promise me we'll leave."

He nodded.

"Just us. No strings attached. We go, no one follows us, and we forget that any of this ever happened. Forget everything."

"Of course."

I leaned my head against his chest. "Then let's go. Now. No goodbyes. Nothing to make me stay."

"Of course."

I pulled away from him, and looked him in the eyes. They were sincere. He was really ready to leave his life behind, everything, for me. How incredible.

Perhaps this was my chance to wipe the slate clean, and keep it that way. Forever.

I felt Marko's arms twist around me as he pulled me into the ocean. "So no one follows," he told me.

I smiled. "We're going to be free, Marko."

"We are."

I laughed. "Free! Forever!"

And as Santa Carla disappeared over the horizon, I heard Marko whisper to me.

"Forever."