I really, REALLY have to be in the right mood to write. I am my own worst critic and can talk myself out of writing easily if I don't feel like I can do the story and characters justice. About two months ago, I FINALLY got a final chapter out of 'Fate'. I accidently pushed 'don't save' instead of 'save' because I was so tired and I felt so fed up that I didn't try again for ages. It's curious, I see as I re-write this final chapter, just how different the tone and content that I have chosen to write. It's different than it was. It's a bit more edgy, raw, and I hope it's a reality identifiable to many who have gone through loss of a loved one. I think I'm finally in a position where I can get back to writing. I think I have more to bring to the table now.

Tell me what you think, I'm all ears. You'll need to reread the story before you jump into this or you'll be completely lost and it will have no gravity to the characters or their world, and you will be lost with my references.

To the kindest reviewers and followers, I am glad to be back. You'll be seeing a lot more of me. I hope you like what you read xxxx

"Tommy, he's gone," Ezra choked as he stumbled towards the bed where Aria lay. His face was white, and hers mirrored his in a second as realisation of their new reality washed over her like a brick wall falling. She pulled him to her. He tightly pushed his face into the crook of Aria's neck as she heard him crack and his body fall. His face was completely drenched from tears, as now was Aria's shoulder, but that wasn't even on their radar.

He cried. Not a little weep, he cried a loud, heart-broken cry and squeezed her so tightly that she feared she would be broken. It lasted for a long time. How neighbours hadn't raced to find out if someone was being tortured due to the anguish in Ezra's cry, she had no idea. He clawed at her back and all she could do was run her hands across him anywhere she could reach as she tried to soothe his pain. Nothing could soothe his pain. She felt out of her depth.

How could she help? His son had been taken. She couldn't do anything to help this. She knew that. She had lost her entire family. She knew pain and how your heart can never heal from certain breaks; this was one of those moments that would change life as it was known.

"How did it happen?" was all she muttered, her lips now kissing into his hair and she froze awaiting his response.

"Car accident. He was on the crossing in front of his school. Eliza was there. She said goodbye and let him be a big boy crossing the road by himself without mummy. And this guy still drunk from the night before, he-" and that was all he could say. He spent the next few hours crying into Aria's body before falling asleep for about half an hour out of complete exhaustion.

The phone rang in that moment. Aria answered.

"Aria, it's Eliza," a small whisper echoed from the phone.

"Hi, I'm uh-," she paused in the uncomfortable silence, knowing something had to be said to acknowledge her knowing of the situation. She held her breath so she meant in the fullest and deepest meaning her choice of words. "I'm sorry," she said sympathetically. There was just silence from Eliza, but it was implied that she had heard and taken it on. "I'll get Ezra," Aria said before placing the phone down. She started to nudge Ezra awake. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry to wake you. Eliza is on the phone," and with that he was up with a start like his shoes were on fire.

Aria got dressed quickly and left them be with their phone call and went to make her and Ezra a hot tea. No reason could be given for Tommy having been taken. She was helpless in this situation. There could be no explanation to soothe pain or grief. She felt sick and turned to look over her shoulder towards the room where Ezra was, though she couldn't see him, it felt like she was helping. She heard him cry, but it was a cry with the attempt to mask it. He was trying to hide his sadness, she thought, for her.

She went back to the room some 10 minutes later and found Ezra sitting dazed on the side of his bed. She walked to him and placed her arms gingerly around his neck whilst standing between his legs. He hadn't looked at her yet, but he was conscious that she was there. She placed her mouth to his neck in a wet kiss and he cried audibly. Initially she thought she was hurting him, but she soon realised his cry was a sigh of love that hurt him in the way he needed right then and there.

He wrapped his fingers around the back of her head and roughly pushed his lips into hers. She felt love and loss through the fierce kiss that was a sign he was trying to momentarily forget his pain through their physical act. He tugged at her clothes and she watched as he did. Her body hot and eyes glazed over as she registered her body and mind pulled into the display of love and grief. He sucked greedily down her chest and clasped her nipple in his mouth, making them both cry out. She roughly rocked against him before their deep kiss guaranteed the upcoming. She quickly shed of her shorts and pushed onto him as he continued to sit on the bed. He held her back tightly, her hands on his cheeks while they stared into each other's eyes boldly.

In that moment, it was a guarantee of their love. It held injustice of cruelty against the innocent. It displayed anger and loss and feeling lost. Their sex was angry yet gentle during which they were both half crying from the loss of Tommy and the desperate realisation they couldn't lose each other as they had lost everyone else they loved. It was an act short lived, yet in a way brutal as they experienced the highest high and held each other afterwards, lost in tear and thought for the longest period of time.

Afterwards they were silent, but clung to each other. They cried, doubted the purpose of existence at all, then were quickly reminded as they looked beside each other. They saw blackness.

They continued their secret tryst, he teacher and she student successfully for many months; class by day and shared sheets by night. There had been many a discussion regarding the future. Children. Their children. For them it was an early discussion with was something neither could live without. They cruelty experienced from the loss of Tommy brought something to their souls which they could never try to ignore.

She had lost her whole family. He had already known the unnatural and cruel reality of losing a child. As though by fate, their lives had met through tragedy of an automobile accident. Their lives inexplicably turned again at the event of another. Yet somehow, they were both there in their moment, no longer teacher and student.

Now, some 5 years down the road, they every day were appreciative of even the simplest things. They possessed the determination to make their life with each other perfect. Wounds still and forever raw, they made the next decision that would change their lives forever; 'let's try for a baby'.

There isn't a mooshy, definite conclusion here. I want to leave it with multiple possibilities.

End story.