Disclaimer: NOT PITTACUS LORE.

I know I'm dying.

I have to tell you this before I leave this world forever, even though I know you'll be there waiting for me.

The kiss you left me in the Sanctuary still sends these electric sparks thtough me like it did so long ago.

Every time I think of you my whole body tenses and I know I still haven't let you go.

After five years, ten years, twenty, thirty, a hundred years, I cannot forget you. I cannot let you go.

Even though now we are back in Lorien and everyone is happy I still love you, Eight.

And even now as an old granny I still re-live my teenage dreams. I still wonder what it'd be like for us.

I can never let you go, Eight. Because sometimes I still dream of you, and sometimes I still imagine that you're here.

But now that'll all be reality.

I'm joining you, Eight.

Forever.

(A/N: This is the end of this fanfiction, except if you guys really really really want me to continue! So, yeah. Please R&R, it'd make my day. Also check out my other fanfictions, they'll be awesome, I promise. Thanks for your support, anyways!

-Best Wishes, Arina527)