It had been years, but Michael still thought about her everyday. Once, she had been the light of his life, now only the memory dimly lingered.

Did he make a mistake? Had he been right to walk away? Did it even matter now?

***But as fairytales are likely to end,
***Or maybe as dreams are likely to die,
***There was nothing left to hold onto,
***Nothing left of you and I.

He left her to save her life but destroyed his in the process. Maria always brought out the best in him so where did that leave him now?

Even the memories seemed dull and removed.

***Once upon a faded picture,
***Or maybe just a faded rose,
***A faded love is still remembered,
***Something only you and I know.

After the war, after the fighting, after the deaths, Michael was left alone. He had no one except his memories.

He returned to Roswell, returned to her, only to find that Maria had moved on, married, had kids. She and Kyle were happy. Who was he to deny her of that? He briefly caught her eye but she turned to look away.