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Category- Tess POV.

Rating- G. It's angsty, but it has nothing offensive.

Disclaimer- I don't own Roswell (here's where you're supposed to gasp in shock).

Setting- As stated, this is Tess POV, during the end of Destiny (sorry, kiddos, I'm a Destiny addict), much like Edge of Forever. It points out that Tess, being raised by Nasedo, thinks differently than we do. Max is He, Isabel is His sister, Michael is he-but-not-Him and Liz is just she, or the girl. There are other grammatical oddities, but the rest are less noticeable.

Distribution- Just tell me where. Chances are I'll say yes, as long as my name is attached to it.

Author's note- I'd like to thank all the little people...oh, nevermind. I want to thank Emily and Kara for providing and maintaining this forum (I'm a sucker for brownie points), Melinda Metz for having the original idea, Jason Katims for giving me my weekly dose of Roswellians, and all the fan-fiction authors at RU for being extremely cool people.
P.S. Feedback gives me the warm fuzzies.

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This is not right. This cannot be happening. It simply cannot, so it is not. I (upset, not understanding) will close my eyes and open them again and He (soulful-eyed, intense) will be back at my side, telling me that it is He who made the mistake, not I. Then His sister (gorgeous, caring) will come over and hug me, as if we (tall-short, together) were sisters in our own right. Then he-but-not-Him (tousled, brooding) will smile rakishly at me and tell me that it will all be all right, while wrapping his warm arms around her as she sighs. Then I, of course relieved, will be swept up in His strong arms, and all will be truly back in its rightful place.

But I (disbelieving, stupefied) have closed my eyes and reopened them, and the scene has not changed. There is still a man-child (beautiful, loving) standing in front of a girl (petite, weeping), asking her to not leave Him. How is it so?

It was written in the stars that He and I should be together. When His mother (radiant, adoring) sent to Earth what would once again become Us, she sent Us together, Our pods side-by-side, that We could emerge as one. But her plan went awry, and here stands the girl that hinders Our very destiny.

We loved each other immensely, in the previous forms of Ourselves. I love Him now, I know Him through and through, for We are the same, as if We were of one body. But He thinks that He loves the dreadful her now.

She cannot love Him as I do. She cannot know Him. He is not the person she thinks He is. By nurture, He has become frighteningly human. By nature, He is thought and flame and passion, a creature she cannot begin to comprehend. She will not try--she does not want to know.

They (He and she) are kissing, with all the passion that they possess. This is not right, it should be me. But now she is leaving, albeit tearfully. This is what I wanted, but not how it was supposed to happen.

They (He and she) were supposed to both realize Our destiny, together. Instead, He stands helpless as she (smarter than one would think) leaves Him against His will. He-but-not-Him holds him back while His sister and I join them. As a foursome, we watch her run into the desert.

This isn't how it was supposed to happen.

I ask Him what happens now, but I do not really care about anything but Us. He starts to cry, and His sister holds him. My destiny is crumbling at my feet, and I am in a free-fall, ready to crash and burn.

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