Spoilers- None

Rating- G

Category- M&M sniffly

Summary- Now Micheal has to say good bye, but what is he really saying?

Disclaimer- I don't own Roswell or the characters. Those belong to Melinda Metz and Jason Katims. I don't own the song Travelling Infinity either. That wonderful song is by Sky.

Author's Notes: I was inspired by hearing about my friend's grandmother's death. But, I wanted to show death in a way that wasn't necessarily obsolete. I wanted something to beable to think about and maybe even smile.

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The world changes everyday. People die, people are born. Fate takes a course, and the lives are lived.

But every once in a while, they stop. Something happens, weither a cruel twist of fate, an unknown chance, whatever, sometime stars stop shining.

Love's a funny thing. We all know what it is, but to feel, it's something indescribeble. IT's every hoy in the word multiplied by thousands of millions.

It's like a drug, one that doesn't have a rehab. IT's what you live for. You live life on a high.

You would do anything, everything. The most powerful and the most cherised force on Earth.

That's what she was. That's what she'll always be; the most powerful, the most beautiful, the most angelic force on Earth.

A bright shining star in the sky for everyone to see, for everyone to wish upon.

But like stars, we think they'll shine forever, but actually, they burn out, we stop watching them.

Just like her. I have to say good bye to her today, that's the point of all this.

But no matter how many times people come up to me, no matter how many "I'm so sorry"s I get, nothing is strong enough to make me say good bye, al least not on this Earth. Anymore.

But like a shining star, even if it burns out, it doesn't mean it isn't there anymore. You just can't see it, but you know it's there. Hanging over your heads, protecting us despite the dark, despite the evil, despite the pain. A silent shining angel is watching us right now.

So can you understand why I can't say good bye?

Everytime I close my eyes, I see blonde curls, fesity green eyes, and a sultry smile. She's still here, so I Can't say good bye.

Like a shining star, she was light, beautiful, blinding, the light in the dark. The guide in time of need. And even if you can't see it, you know it's there. Always shining, always smiling.

I wish I could share my memories, but I'm being selfish, yes Maxwell, I'm going to be selfish and rude, and keep them to myself. Because they're all I have and I know you'll have your own memories of her. She left them for each of us to always remember, like a shooting star's tail.

Something you see so rarely in your life, if you're lucky, but that stays with you, long after it's gone.

I also know that every single person sitting here could come up and tell something different, somethingto make us smile, but I won't do that either. Becasue we do that ourselves every single second. Or at least I do. In private. We see the light agian; all the white, the glowing yelling, the electric blue, floresecent purple, and the streaking green. We all see something different, but equally as magnificent.

I'm standing here, slouching, wearing the closest thing I have to formal, and my eyes are dry. I'll tell you a little secret. They aren't always this dry. They get so wet, they reflect the stars in the sky.

Like a blinking star, her smile was always twinkling. It brought me joy I didn't think I could have.

You all probably know a dream of mine wa to travel through the stars to find my home. To follow the brightest in the sky. But I found it all already. It was all right in front of my own eyes. The light became so blinding I couldn't see.

And like a star, we don't know it's burnt out until it's already gone. Life sucks. But I still wish upon a star and ask for the same thing:

'Give me back my shining star'.

No 'please' that makes it sound like a plead, and no 'right now' because it's not meant to be forceful.

She would want me to move on, but like saying good bye, I just can't do it. I'm still as weak, as much of a coward as I was before. I can't do what she tells me because I love her so much. I love my star, my light, way to damn much. I'm too stubborn.

I'll never find another who will shine as much, who will light the sky as bright, becasue I already had it.

But just for today, just for this time, I'll say what I can believe.

She may not be here anymore, but she's the shining star in the sky. For everyone to see. For me to love, for me to wish for.

Because she shines, no matter where she is, no matter how much space seperates us.

And one day, one day, I promise I'll be able to say good bye, but not as long as the stars shine, becasue we're still together.

Not good bye, just 'be seeing you'.

Not more black sky, just shining constellations guiding me.

Not just me, us.

Thank you, Maria, for guiding me home.

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when I look up
into infinity
i believe that you are
watching me
shine like the stars
i believe that you are
travelling infinity
looking down on me
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