The sun is setting in front of us as he holds me close, hands weaved in mine with my head against his chest.

One year has passed. One year of fighting, of trying to find the verge between my mind and reality. One year of blackout and voices and flashbacks and dreams.

But this time, I'm okay. Well... almost at least.

Ryan still comes back here and there, and while Frank almost never talks to me anymore, he's still there sometimes. And Pete knows what to do when he is.

Now, we sit in the park again, the sun far in the distance but still close enough to chase.

Still within reach.

Pete pulls me impossibly closer , his scars flushed against my pale skin and after a moment of hesitation, I begin running my fingers across them, watching the marks disappear and reappear under my fingertips.

"I love you, Patrick," He whispers softly, "I'll always be here for you."

I smile gently, nudging my forehead closer to his chest.

"I love you, too, Sandman."

I really do.

Short and shitty. I wish the ending would be like this but, alas, it won't be. Requested by wentzclub