I haven't forgotten. I remember everything that's ever been said. Lights raced before my eyes and I could feel my body being twisted and pulled through what I believed to be the space between reality and fantasy. Wherever I was, I was wide awake, hearing voices all around me. Voices full of joy, but also full of pain.

In between them all, I could hear Rythian louder than any other... Though I had already come to terms that I would never see him again, his voice was so welcoming. Closing my eyes, I just listened to the sound of it; feeling my body continue to be manipulated by forces beyond my control.

Soon, I would lose my memories and fall away into nothingness. That was my chosen fate. Even now, I didn't exist; floating through some spectrum while wasting away. This was just a place for the world to let me go, and I was ready, but the world seemed to want to give me more than I was willing to accept. It was only when I opened my eyes again that I realized it.

Standing firmly on the ground with my body still falling away bit by bit, Rythian was looking back at me with a look of confusion. Almost immediately, I wanted to cry with joy. Somehow, someway, I had found my way back to him but only with the last remaining . This was my last chance to say goodbye and to fade away with no regrets. Tears sliding down my cheeks, my voice was shaking, "Rythian..."

"Zoey? No... You're not... But you are..."

His voice was still so very soothing, and even though I was scared of the incoming separation, I managed a smile, "I'm no one... Not anymore... Listen, Rythian, I was happy to give you another life, and I'm still happy even though I'm afraid of my nonexistent one after I say goodbye. Still, all I want to know is all I've ever wanted to hear. Tell me, Are you happy, Rythian?"

Half of my body was already lost, and as he heard my question, he seemed even more confused, "I am... Why? Why are you asking me this? Who are you?"

There was no pain now. No, none at all. I was happy. I could go without any regrets. Rythian was happy, and that was my only intention. "That's wonderful. You should hold onto that happiness as long as you can. Be happy for both of us, okay?"

He stepped forward, but I stepped back. "I don't understand. You are Zoey, aren't you?"

As I began to answer him, the Zoey who knew none of my despair showed up as the last bits of my body was fading. She looked at me with the same expression as him, and with the last of my strength, I managed to meet her eyes as she spoke, "You're... me."

With a sad smile, and a subtle shake of my head, I was finally able to let go. "No... I'm not you... Not anymore..."

A/N: This was the conclusion to this story. Thank you for reading.