Disclaimer:  Roswell, it’s characters and the like don’t belong to me, no infringement intended.

Synopsis:  This is for those of you who are going “insane” due to the Roswell hiatus.  This story is also for those of you who are as hungry as I to see Max and Liz back together. The story starts immediately after the episode Viva Las Vegas.  Mythology is inherent.  It answers a lot of questions about Max and Liz and their connection to one another (and also deals with Tess issues).  You will see Max, Liz, Tess, Kyle and a bit of Maria in this story.  It has been therapeutic and helped me get me through this dry spell of No Roswell!  I  hope it helps you too. 

Rating:  PG-13

Story Line Type:  Max/Liz

Email Address:  Nancym67@hotmail.com

“He Doesn’t See Me” from Sarah Brightman’s Album La Luna
M&L: Goldman & Romannelli\
English Lyrics: Read, Ingebrigsten
Marazzi & Adams adapted by Frank Peterson
Published by JRG/Renn Prod

When he passes me by, he’s a ray of light
Like the first drop of sun from the sky.
And I know he’s a king, who deserves a queen.
But I’m not a queen.
And he doesn’t see me.

When he dances, he moves me to a smile
And I see everything near him shine.
There’s a grace in his ways that I can’t contain
I haven’t that grace
Oh I haven’t that grace, I’m not a queen.

And the closer he gets I can’t help but hide
My feelings so ashamed that my body speaks.
There are boundaries we pass in spite of the war
But our own, we can’t seem to cross.

She has a way that surrounds her so delicate-strong
With a glory that reigns in her life.
She is also so much that she is not
These things, I can’t see
Because he doesn’t see me
And he doesn’t see me.

There are things we can change,
If we just chose to fight.
But the walls of injustice are high.

When he passes me by he’s a ray of light.
Like the first drop of sun from the sky.
And I know he’s a king who deserves a queen.
Someone other than me.
So different from me.

He doesn’t see me.
He doesn’t see me.
He doesn’t see me.

“Liz, honey, open up sweetie… I can hear you playing that Sarah Brightman crap… you know what it does to you…I hear your sniffling in there.  Come on Liz and tell Auntie Maria what is wrong!”

Liz reluctantly opens the bedroom door and lets Maria in.

“Honey, o-m’-gosh!  Look at you!  You’re a wreck!” 

Liz’s eyes were red and swollen and her face was all blotchy from crying.  Her hair hung unkempt about her face and, she was still wearing the clothes from the trip home from Vegas.

“Honey, do I even have to ask … It’s Max isn’t it?”

“I almost told him in Vegas, Maria.  I’m not sure I can stop myself any longer… Max had a vision.  He saw us outside of the hotel chapel.  We had just gotten married.  That’s why he came back that night to dance with me.”

“Oh-m’-God! Liz!  This is remarkable.  Liz, honey… you have to tell him.  You can’t keep this lie up anymore.  It’s like killlllling you.”

“Yeah, but then, there is Tess… and Max, Future Max, I mean.  You know what I told you.  When he came to me he said Tess was crucial to the war and if we let her go… if Max and I get married it’ll hurt…shit… I mean …kill… a lot of people we care about..”

“Honey, I can’ t say what the future holds and neither can you..  Okay, maybe this is waaay corny…but, here it goes.  I can only see the truth, not the past and definitely not the present.  You and Max belong together!  And , Tess… I think she is finding many reasons to stick around.  Kyle is one of those reasons..  Did you see the way he was looking at her in Vegas?”

“No.”

“Well, of course not, you were all goo-goo eyes for Max.  Tess has a home and maybe even a boyfriend.  I think Kyle and Tess would look well kind of cute together in a barfy kind of way.  Liz, come on… Take a shower and get dressed and I’ll drive you to school!  When you see Max tell him that you want to talk.  Listen to me, I have your best interest at heart.”

Maria, I wish what you were saying was true.  Max’s destiny, his bride, his queen is Tess.  Without her, none of us can survive and I can’t live with that. Tess, with her strength and powers can help him in ways I never could.  She is all that I am not.  And I can’t compete with their past or his need for her in the future.  I’m just a girl from Roswell New Mexico.  I wish I could go back to sleep and forget about reality.  Just go to sleep and dream about the way things might have been.

“Okay, I’m up.  And you’re right Maria.  Maybe I’ll talk to him today.  I’ll go get ready for school.  I’ll just be a few minutes.  Thanks Maria.”  Liz put up a front and hugged her friend soundly before heading toward the bathroom into the shower.

He was walking toward the cab when a newlywed couple passed him.  It was something about them, there, looking so happy, that attracted his attention.  He couldn’t disconnect himself from the emotions pouring from them.  At first, he was confused he had picked up on two stranger’s feelings so strongly.  Sometimes when things get intense, heightened, he would feel things, see things.  This seemed different.  The scene, the feelings, reminded him of something.  It was a shadow dancing on his memory.  It was obscured or hidden so that he couldn’t quite reach it.  His focus intensified as he watched the bridegroom pick up his bride and swirl her around in traditional celebratory fashion.  And as the happy couple swirled, a new picture emerged.  What was once just some unknown bride and groom on the streets of Vegas turned into… he and Liz…They were the bridegroom and bride… swirling… laughing… kissing… and holding one another.  It was their day. 

Max saw a moment of blackness and felt his body in motion.  The blackness swept away and a new scene emerged as he came to a full stop.  He and Michael were sitting inside the back of a black limo... riding down the streets of Vegas, Destination Unknown.  He exhaled slowly, disappointed that he lost the blissful beautiful fantasy of Liz to the rugged edgy vision of Michael. 

Oh crap… he had jumped in the middle of one of Michael’s rampages.  Today Michael was playing psychiatrist/interrogator.  Couldn’t Michael—AKA—Dr. Love -- just once let something go?  Michael opened the portable bar and looked up at him. “Max… buddy…you know I’m ‘not big on lets go over our options kind of thing’ but …how do you feel about Shirley Temple?  Would you like one now or maybe in awhile?  Or perhaps, you would like some more of the … Piòa Colada?” Michael said pointing to Max’s hands. 

Max looked down at his hands and couldn’t find anything in them. I don’t remember ever having a Piòa Colada.  He had heard of the drink but he couldn’t remember ever having one, and definitely -- not lately.  As if to answer a question yet unformulated, mystically, an aftertaste burst into his mouth.  It was… sweet and spicy, cool and smooth.  Was the sensation, the taste, the Piòa Colada?  It seemed …a familiar wonder, like the shining big dipper that was always there when you looked up into the sky.  And one couldn’t help but to wonder about it.  Suddenly, just thinking about the drink made him feel kind of thirsty for it.  Yet, he still couldn’t remember it.  Maybe he wanted another?

Again, he suffered another moment of the blackness and felt himself in motion.  And, again, a new vision emerged at full stop.  Max realized he was now standing in a hotel room with Michael.  They were wearing their boxer shorts (with little ---no, correction --- giant hearts on them!) He looked down at his boxers and then looked up at Michael and laughed.  Michael just shrugged and said something about it being Maria’s idea.  They had to wear them or it just wouldn’t be romantic she had said. Max realized they were expected to be wearing tuxedos over those romantic items in about 24 minutes; but, he couldn’t find his penguin suit!  He began to feel panic building inside him.  What if he lost this opportunity?  It was their wedding day!  Max felt confused.  Their wedding day?  He checked his shirt pocket.  Yes, the rings were still there.  At least he knew that there was one thing he could count on.  “Michael… we’re almost out of time…we have to get dressed and get there before it’s too late!”

Michael cocked an eyebrow and gave him one of those insidious looks and said, “Well, what are you gonna do now Maxwell ‘ol buddy?”

Then he heard a siren go off.  A siren?

The loud rattle of the 6:00 am alarm on the bureau startled Max awake.  He rolled over and banged it to a stop.  It was time to get dressed, go to school and forget about crazy dreams.

Max shook his head and began to laugh.  Maybe it had been Mom’s meatloaf from last night?

No.  It wasn’t the meatloaf.  There really had been the trip to Vegas.  And there really had been a vision of he and Liz.  He knew what he had seen.  And, it was that vision of them as newlyweds that brought him to the dance floor -- into Liz’s arms.  He knew, too, what he had been told.  That Tess was his bride, and his final destiny.   

Time seemed important now.  He couldn’t go on with things the way they were.  Not with Liz, not with Tess. Sometimes it is hard to move forward with the future until you could figure out your past.  It was time to talk to Liz about Vegas.

At School, Max found Liz before class standing in front of her locker trying to turn the combination lock.  He watched as she glanced his way and then back at her lock.  She began fumbling more intensely with the metal circle.  He watched the sides of her face begin to turn pink from effort.  She started lightly banging it, grumbling, “Open up!  Open now!”

Oh boy I am really starting to lose it.  I am yelling at my locker!  Oh, Max is right over there.  I’ve got to get my book, close the door and get out of here.  I can’t talk to him.  Not after Vegas.  I just have to stay away from Max before I blow it!  Oh my gosh here he comes.  Damn lock open!

Max gently placed his warm hands over her cool and shaking fingers and smiled. “What did that lock ever do to you?  Abusing it isn’t going to help. Here, let me help, Liz.”

As always, there was that look of heart-melting concern on his sweet face.  She hardly dared move, loving the warm feel of his hand on hers as helped her turn the combination. 

Liz awkwardly looked up at Max and couldn’t help smile back as he opened the door of her locker.  I can’t help myself.  I am becoming euphoric.  My drug of choice is here, I think, ready to give me a fix. Oh-m-God,  I really need a twelve  step program…

“Thank you, Max.”

Max saw how tired Liz looked and his eyebrows furrowed slightly, asking,  “Liz, are you okay?  You don’t look so good…”

“Yeah, I’m okay Max..  Thanks again, Max…..”

You’re welcome.  Now that I have opened you up Liz Parker, you owe me a favor. Liz, I was wondering what you are doing tonight?”

Liz looked down at her shoes and responded shakily. “ Well, I have to work the late shift at the Crashdown and afterwards study for the biology and history exam tonight”.   

“Oh…,” Max frowned, rubbing his forehead..

When Liz looked up at his frowning face, all her resolve melted away. “Well, maybe you could come by after my shift and we could …study together?”

Max smiled again and said,  “I could use some help in biology.  Tonight, then.”

Max could hardly wait until he could see Liz.  He was so excited that the day slipped away in a blur.  Every time a teacher began another lecture, Max’s brain went off into deep space.  All he could think about was what he would say to Liz.  He couldn’t help but remember (over and over again) the feeling of her dancing in his arms and the curve of her back when they danced that night in Vegas…Liz, Liz, Liz.  He couldn’t stop smiling.

The last alarm of day went off and Max was free to go home.  Finally, the torture was over.  Nobody would try to teach him anything else today or make him focus--as if he could!

Max ran out of the school, heading toward the student parking lot.  His head was so full of thoughts of Liz that he didn’t even see the slight, golden-headed form at the bottom of the stairway waiting for him -- until he practically ran over it.

His body slammed into the soft form.  He fell down on top of it, the impact of the fall lessened by the soft, warm cushioning of…a body beneath him?  Was it Liz? 

No.  Definitely not Liz.  Max dazedly realized it was Tess underneath him.   Yes, it was definitely Tess he had hit, looking disheveled but beautiful in a pink-V top and tight blue jeans, that had caught his breath.

“Tess… are you all right?”

Max could feel the warmth emanating from her skin.  She is so amazing—so slender, so strong,  How amazing that such a slender built alien could have so much strength.  She is like a ballerina—slight but powerful, with alien talents  vital in this play with the Skins.

Tess exploited the moment, placing her curves, more firmly on intimate parts.  She longed for him to recognize what was so generously offered.  “Oh, Max, why aren’t I The One you love?  I am your queen.  Can’t you see that?!”

“Nice bumping into you like this”, she laughed. Oh shit!  I am acting like a hussy, throwing myself at him!  I promised myself not to.  Okay, Tess-baby, get a hold of yourself!

Max smelled her sweet and spicy breath and it suddenly reminded him of his dream from last night.  The part about the drinks.  Max’s stomach rumbled.

Max gently untangled himself and helped her to her feet. 

“What are you doing here Tess?”

“Oh, Buddha-boy had practice tonight.  He ran home early to pick up his suit and I asked him for a lift here hoping to catch you here before you ran off.”  Tess grabbed his arm and caressed it, continuing,  “Looks like I did.” Oh shit, I did it again!  I am a miserable alien! 

She smiled at him as she always did with such a look of hero-worship and caring.  It always made Max feel just a little bit queasy.  He still didn’t really understand why he felt like that.  But he did. 

“So Max, what do you say… Can I have a ride home?  I need to talk to you about some things --  Alone.”  Oh My Gosh, I can’t seem to stop myself! 

Max looked around the empty lot and responded , “ Sure I would be happy to.  Hop in. “

The Valenti’s house wasn’t the kind of house you’d find in a Home Decorating Magazine --- unless it was the ‘before’ picture.  But, it was kind of cozy and warm.  Tess had helped make it a real home for Kyle and the Sheriff mused Max as he looked around the kitchen.  No longer just a bachelor pad but a home….

“Thanks for coming Max.  I know you must have other things to do.  But I really just wanted a friendly ear to talk to.  Can I get you something to eat first… maybe a snack?  Kyle has been ‘in training’ for his matches lately and we have been doing a lot of fresh vegetables… , “ Tess said looking up at him, holding a bunch of celery hearts.

“Sure…” Max said looking at the arrangement of unappetizing celery hearts she carried in her hand.

Tess noted the look on his face and turned away from him. 

“I’ve got some kicking tabasco sauce I just made mixed with some oriental sweet and sour dipping sauce…let me just chop these hearts up…”

“K’”

Tess grabbed the chopping knife and quickly began to cut the hearts up, trying to appear confident.  Although she was no Martha Stewart, she had been learning a lot more about cooking since moving in with the Valentis.  It made her feel like she was part of a real family.

“Ouch…”  Tess sliced a piece of her finger open.  Blood poured out unwittingly from her fourth finger.

Max looked down at the wound and grabbed a warm washcloth, “Here, let me help Tess.” 

He gently grasped the stubborn wound and closed his eyes… willing it to heal.  At that moment, for some reason, his head began to whirl.  In an attempt to heal her--a connection was forming.

It was their connection.  He knew it.  She knew it.  She was there with him, feeling it and seeing it just as he was. They were taking a dark tour of the blue heavens together.  Stars whirled past them on their journey.  Max saw the beautiful bright light of Venus pass  before his eyes.  He knew he was leaving his world and his galaxy behind him.

“Max, we’re leaving…going somewhere…”  Tess looked at him fearfully.

“Yesss…,”  Max responded.  “Just keep holding my hand. “

Both of them became aware of standing on new ground.  New but familiar ground, he thought as their feet were firmly planted down upon rich otherworldly soil.  He looked down and marveled at its strange color.  So different and so familiar.   Max looked up.  He saw beautiful electric blue eyes behind a veil of white.  He knew he was still holding her hand, but this time he had a ring made of precious metal in his other hand, not a washcloth.  He was ceremoniously encircling her wounded finger with this ring while his own hands pulsated to heal the wound.  Suddenly, he knew that it was the healing that metamorphisized their relationship.  He knew that this was his first act as King and husband to complete the healing ritual.  It was this act that combined with the sentient stone, the granolith, that enhanced the powers of the King as well as the powers of his lifelong mate.  From now on, her natural abilities would become enhanced.  From now on he would know her thoughts and she would know his.  From now on and this day forward for better or worse, they would be inseparable, driven to be together, heart, mind, body and soul.  And in this union, it would be the essence of their bond, be it good or bad that would ultimately determine the well being and unity of those on their planet.  Their purity of heart and the strength of their love would determine the destiny of their world in and through and with the powers of the sentient stone.

He heard the official before them say “The metamorphosis is complete!  You are truly one mind in kinship. You may kiss the bride.”

“I am content with our commitment to one another my queen,” said the King.

“Max, he said you may kiss the bride…” Tess prompted.

He looked at his bride and lifted the wispy veil as his lips descended to hers… and someone was ringing…a ceremonial bell…he thought to himself?

“NO.  It’s the doorbell.  Someone is ringing the doorbell, Max.  I usually lock it behind me.  Don’t want to take any chances,” Tess said.

They were on earth again, in the Valenti home. 

Max let go of Tess and turned away.

“Max, don’t turn away.  It was beautiful.  It was our moment.  Our wedding day.  I felt what you felt.  We were happy…”

No, maybe content Tess, but….

Tess turned his face back toward her and inched her lips to his finely chiseled ones.  The lightest of  breaths brushed his lips…

The doorbell stopped ringing and then they heard a click.  Someone had entered.

“HEY! YOU JERK! I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING… GET AWAY FROM HER.!” Kyle came running in screaming and ranting at the top of his lungs.

Max quickly pushed Tess away just in time for Kyle to punch his face.

“Kyle, it wasn’t like that!,  Get off of him, Kyle!” Tess screamed.

Max flew across the kitchen floor from the weighty punch.  Kyle stood and gave him a look of pure rage.

“Max!  What the hell is it with you Max?  Do you always have to take away everything and anyone that is important to me.  You screwed up my Dad’s life.  And now you’re screwing up everyone else’s life too!  Not content to have just Liz mooning over you but you have to have Tess too?”

“If I remember correctly, Kyle it was you and Liz that botched things up--not the other way around,” Max corrected.

Kyle ranted, “You, Man, are a jackass!  Liz Parker has and will always be in love with you… anything you think you might have seen that night in her bedroom was just a set up, a plan.  Something Liz begged me to do and asked me not to ask any questions about. Max, Liz and I were never together, not ever.  We did not do the horizontal bop.  End of story.  She is and has always been in love with you.  Are you stupid?  Can’t you see it in her eyes? I do, Man, everytime she looks at you.  Can’t you see her?”

Max breathed heavily, painfully, and looked down at his shoes.

“And you Tess!  I don’t care what planet you came from or what happened between you and Max before.  But Earth is the planet you’re on now.  And in this world, and in this country you have the freedom of choice!” he yelled, and then added more quietly, “Tess,  can’t you see what you mean to me?”

Tess looked dumbfounded.  She thought irrationally, My Gosh, does that mean he wants  me to go to the prom with him?

It was a busy night at the Crashdown.  Liz realized she hadn’t finished closing the register when heard the quiet persistent staccato of someone at the door.

It must be Max.  I have to put him off somehow…get some distance for a while until this whole Vegas thing blows over.  If I am with him alone now…I couldn’t help myself.

The quiet staccato was quickly turning into a loud banging and ringing.

“I’m coming Max.  Just a minute.”  Liz took off her antenna and quickly smoothed down her dark hair and opened the door.

There is Max’s gorgeous face.

“Liz…”

“Listen Max I have this really killer headache and I just don’t think I am up to any reading or anything else tonight…”

“I didn’t come here to study for biology.  Liz, I came to talk to you about what happened in Vegas but… well, Liz, now there is so much more.”

“More?”

“Liz… please let me in….  We need to talk.”

“Talk, no Max.  Like I said…”

“Liz, I know.”

“Know?”  Liz’s heart began beating faster.

“I know about Kyle… “

“Kyle?”  Okay, now I am starting to sound like a parrot.

“I know that you didn’t… sleep with him…that is. 

“Ohh.”  Liz paled.

Liz, please let me in.”

Liz stepped back from shock as much as to admit him entry.  He knew.

Max thought he could smell her breath.  It smelled sweet--like cherries and gingerale.  He could feel his stomach rumble.  She is so beautiful, like a queen.  I am thirsty for her…I want to breathe her in, drink her down, drown in her…

Max closed the door and did the one thing he wanted to do more than anything since he left Kyle’s house. 

He grabbed her tightly to his chest and he kissed her. 

And all of his questions, all of his dreams were answered in the visions of their kiss.

Here With Me

M & L:  Didi Armstrong, Paul Stratham
And Pascal Gabriel
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd.

I didn’t hear you leave
I wonder how am I still here
I don’t want to move a thing
It might change my memory

Oh I am what I am
I’ll do what I want
But I can’t hide

I won’t go
I won’t sleep
I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting
Here with me
I won’t leave
I can’t hide
I cannot be

Until you’re resting
Here with me

I don’t want to call my friends
They might wake me
From this dream
And I can’t leave this bed
Risk forgetting all that’s been

Oh I am what I am
I’ll do what I want
But I can’t hide

I won’t go
I won’t sleep
I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting
Here with me
I won’t leave
I can’t hide
I cannot be

Until you’re resting
Here with me

Liz heard the radio alarm go off.  Dido…nice way to wake up. Liz thought--just not yeettt.   Liz snuggled closer to her warm pillow.  Reluctantly, she lifted an eyelid to peer at the digital clock on her nightstand.  6:00 am.  Almost time to go to school. 

Sleep.  Me want more sleep, Liz thought…dreamily. She nudged at her pillow, hugging it a little more tightly. 

Then she heard something.

It groaned. 

Oh my gosh, that’s not a pillow. 

Liz opened both her eyes this time.

“Max!”

“Umm…” Max growled as he rolled over on top of Liz.

And then it came flooding back to her.  Max was with her at the Crashdown last night. And he kissed her.  And that was it.  And there were no more boundaries left between them.  Nothing.

She remembered there had been no words between them… at first… just two hungry mouths, the ecstasy of lips, touches, breaths mingling together, quickening their blood.  It had been so longed since they had touched like that.  And their bodies, their minds, their hearts, their souls were desperate for one another after such a long hiatus. 

She knew Max had all the answers now.  That night she saw the visions he saw as he kissed her.  He knew about Future Max.  He knew about the set up with Kyle and he knew why—and it didn’t matter.  No explanations were necessary.  That was what was so profound about being loved by Max Evans.  He just wanted to be with and love her.  Trust and forgiveness were no longer an issue.    Afterwards, they had held each other and it had become very late… so, he had said he would go upstairs with her to her room and just tuck her in.  And he did. He tucked her in with great tenderness.

When he tried to leave he couldn’t.  He said, “I can’t get myself to leave Liz.  I don’t think I can bear it.  Never again, Liz.  I will never spend another day away from you or a night.  I want to make love to you and be with you tonight… … But I want to do it the right way…like the way I saw we would be…in Vegas…..”

“Outside the chapel…married?” Liz finished.

“Yes”

“I saw things tonight.  Things I want to explain, but it’s all so complicated.  For now, all I want to tell you is this… that the bond we made the day I healed you made us inseparable for life.  The day I healed you, you became my bride.  You were the first one—the first one in this life that I ever healed.  And you were the first one I have ever loved.  I have always been waiting for you Liz Parker.  You are The One.  If I am a King, then you are my Queen.”

“Max!”

“I know it is all so soon… “ 

So, he crawled under the covers and held her, stroking her dark locks lightly until she fell asleep and he, with her.  Arms interlocked with arms, legs interlocked with legs, hearts interlocked forever.

And here she was, wide-awake now in the light of day.  If it was a dream, she never wanted it to end.  She didn’t want to move.  She felt breathless.  She loved the delicious feeling of Max lying next to her, almost on top of her. 

Liz was enraptured.  Every part of her tingled, pulsed with joy.  She couldn’t help but to adore him, stroking his face, his hair, his arms while he slept.  She couldn’t help herself as she gave in to the desire to start counting those adorable curly eyelashes of his while he dreamed.

And Max was dreaming... 

A door had opened.  He was in the Great Library.  He opened The Book of the Sentient Stone and saw the ancient text in front of him.  The words, at first foreign and undecipherable lay upon the page like an inert thing with no meaning.  Max focused, looking deeper into the strange colorful patterns, until he began to understand.  New words emerged in a moving ancient language, a familiar tongue. 

The Pages spoke:

A dethroned king, betrayed by one of the Royal Four, will give up his life so that others may be spared.

He, along with the Royal Four,  will be reborn in another world.  Through the rebirth the King will find the fifth, known as The One.  Union with The One through the healing ritual will power this granolith and mark the beginning of a journey toward victory. 

Neither victory in war nor your desire for your soul mate will come easily…But when they come, they will come hand in hand. 

Together, your past life will meet with your new one.  Here treachery can metamorphisize into loyalty, despair into joy as the traitor that doomed you may truly turn toward the good of the people.

Trust your heart.  It will know The One.  Peace will come only from this pure heart and this pure communion with her.  The One will complete the royal seal of victory and restore your throne on Antar through the power of the granolith.  And, many worlds will know peace.”

Max opened his eyes to see Liz smiling at him.  He thought he heard her whisper 24? 

Max suddenly realized that everything had changed in just a day.

“Liz, you are really here.  “

“Yeess…”

“Liz, I just had a dream.  I think it was real…”

“I saw you dreaming…” she smiled.

You know, you are The One I have always been waiting for.  I knew it the first time I saw you on the playground at school.” 

Liz looked at him, her eyes becoming softer, her smiling becoming bigger with each moment.

“Liz,  Will you marry me?”

Liz took a deep breath.

“Yes, Max, I will marry you.”

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