A/N: I'm sorry this is shit but I wanted to write something short that alluded towards a happy ending for them and gave me the peace of mind that this is no longer unfinished, even if it does leave much to the reader's imagination. Enjoy and review and thank you for reading and sticking through to the end. :)

Sara,

By the time you read this, I'll be gone. I'm sorry for leaving like this, especially after last night and right in the middle of the tour but this is something that can't wait. I can smell your ever lingering scent on my fingers as I write this and it's what is driving me to say what I must. I'm willing to sacrifice our career for us and I hope you can understand that and in time, even forgive me. But know that this is all for you. I only care about you, Sara.

Sleep wouldn't take me with you in my arms while you were already far away, dreaming of a reality that was hopefully brighter than ours. You looked so beautiful while you slept, your faded blonde hair flattened against my chest from the sweat that formed between while we tried so hard to become the one we were supposed to be. Your drool trickled into the valley of my breasts and you clung to me as if you somehow knew you would be waking up alone and it was a last ditch effort to get me to stay. I left you enough kisses along your still pink skin to last a lifetime and my lips are still tingling, and if there's any sympathy for us in this world, I won't forget what that feels like until my lips again meet your flesh.

I love you, Sara. I always did and I always will. I know that it took a long, hard road for it to sink into my thick skull but it's the only thing I know to be true now. I only want for us to be happy, together, and you have my word that I will do whatever it takes to fix this and who knows, maybe in the end we'll get everything that we wanted and we'll be rockstars, selling out the biggest venues all over the world, but you and me Sara, that's what matters. That comes first.

It fills me with such regret to leave you here. I'm catching a bus to Ontario this morning, to where this all started. I don't anticipate for you to try to help, or track me down but you can do what you wish with that information. Though I must urge you to finish the tour for the both of us, I know you can do it, or if that's too hard for you, return home to Vancouver and keep your bed warm for me.

And so as the sun takes over for me and cradles you in warmth this morning, it is with little hope that I ask you to hold out for me and not forget the love we created together. I promise that when the world is safe for us again, I will find you and I will never let you go.

Yours, forever and always,

Tegan.

Sara couldn't help her fingers from crinkling the note, blue ink scrawled messily across the front and back of the off-white colored paper, the hotel's logo taking up the righthand corner, each time her eyes flitted from word to word, reading the letter until she could recite it herself.

Tegan's words took a while to sink in. She was gone. Miles away by now. Behind Sara, in the back part of the van, was Tegan's guitar case, her blue blanket and pillow still in a messy heap on the bed, a pair of dirty jeans bunched in the corner near their small dresser. Everything was in its place, no evidence of Tegan's disappearance anywhere and now Sara had to live with waking up to Tegan's bedding right next to her and tripping over one of her many pairs of shoes each time she tried to step anywhere, as if Tegan had just stepped out to check the campfire or hike to the bathroom. They were painful reminders she didn't want to live with and it left her with a certain kind of emptiness, unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her eyes were now a deep red, stinging in discomfort each time she blinked from all the crying she had done since first reading the letter. She quickly accepted that this would be a daily occurrence until she saw Tegan again. Her stomach was flipping in a constant loop, making her feel sick, and she knew that if Tegan showed up right now, at her driver's side window and told her everything was already fixed, that they could be together, she still wouldn't feel quite whole. Her relationship with Tegan seemed like a dark, endless abyss. They couldn't be more than sisters and they couldn't be just sisters.

Her fingers robotically flipped the letter over to its backside and her eyes darted to the only word that had any meaning to her because it was the only word that held hope for her.

Ontario.

She could go. It was almost funny how easy it was for her to just go. And not a second after she realized this, she was turning the key in the ignition and revving the engine. Her brain on autopilot, she pulled to the exit lane of the hotel parking lot, her mind beginning to argue with itself. A wrinkly unfolded map sat atop the dash, in Sara's plain view. There was an entire province between her and Ontario but it all had to start with a simple left turn. Sara drove herself crazy, trying to convince herself not to turn left. It was absurd to. Tegan knew what she was getting herself into and she could handle herself. In no time she would be back in Vancouver, everything fixed. All Sara had to do was go home and wait patiently, doing just as Tegan said; hold out and not forget their love.

She flicked the blinker up with two fingers, her mind settled. She had to make the logical choice.

Turning her head right, then left, and right again, Sara caught something big and yellow coming in her direction. A school bus sped by and certainly it wasn't the kind of bus Tegan was on at that exact moment, but it was a bus no less. Sara's stomach stopped flipping in an instant and knotted itself. A glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes and there was an overwhelming sense that someone was looking out for her and Tegan. It was a sign, she was sure. One that she couldn't ignore.

Sara's fingers drummed across her knee and she fiddled with the radio, waiting for traffic to slow down. Minutes later, another school bus drove past and Sara couldn't stop the manic chuckle that escaped her. A break in the traffic opened and her hands gripped the steering wheel, her lips tightening into a thin line. Two fingers curled out to click the blinker down and she pulled out from the parking lot in anticipation of her life changing forever.