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Author's note: Tis the end… I finished… enjoy…

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He drove her to the airport in a daze. He couldn't believe she was going back. He wanted her to stay. He needed her to stay. But he was driving her to the airport.

She sat quietly mulling over a thought. She was trying to suppress it. She had been trying for months now. She knew it would only cause damage. She had tried to let it go. But she couldn't.

"Hey Josh?" she whispered through the quiet.

"Hmm?" he mumbled unaware if she had spoken.

"Do you remember Lisa?" she asked biting her lip. She had wanted to tell him since she had arrived. But she hadn't. She had wanted to tell him since that night. She sat waiting for him to respond. She wasn't even sure where this was heading.

"The one who's sick?" he asked not really sure.

"Yeah," she answered. Then she paused. She let the silence hang.

"What about her?" he asked turning to look at her for a brief moment. He saw the sadness in her expression, but he saw something he hadn't seen for a while. Hope.

"She died that night I called you," Donna whispered.

"Really?" Josh exclaimed in disbelief. "Why didn't you tell me?" he didn't mean to sound selfish. He was soft and kind. He was perfect.

She smiled. "I just did."

"That's not what I mean," Josh said softly. "God Donna I wanted to be there for you. I don't know what to say."

He sounded timid and comforting. She was sure then. She had to tell him.

"You don't have to," she told him. He tried to formulate a protest. "You already did," she whispered.

They didn't talk for the rest of the ride. Josh had to forcefully tell himself not to ask her to stay. She had to be her own person. Donna kept mulling over the same thought. But she never spoke.

Josh helped her check her bags. Then his phone rang. While she was talking with the ticket agent Josh carried on a conversation that was forcing him back to the West Wing.

By the time he hung up he found himself in front of the security line. He turned to look at Donna. Just looking at her made him want to stay. But he was a better man than that; he had to go.

"Donna I wanted to talk with you, get coffee or something but I have too…"

"I know," she interrupted him. She placed her hand supportively on his shoulder. "I've learnt enough to know when something's gone wrong."

He smiled. He just stared in her eyes. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. He didn't understand how he could be letting her go. Just as she leant in to kiss him a kiss on the check he began. "Donna don't…."

She kissed him softly and whispered words in his ear. The world went silent and he couldn't move. IF he had he would have grabbed her and stopped her. He would have told her the truth. He would have filled all the voids in their lives with affection. But by the time he replied she was gone. The back of her head edged away in the distance.

"I love you too," he softly said as she vanished.