A/N: So, I've decided that for now, at least, this is the last chapter of the book. I've written the ending and everything, but it's all unbelievably rushed, and I don't like it. But at the same time, I have no ideas for this book. So, I've decided that if I get an idea for something, I'll add it in, and I'll change things around to make it fit. So... yeah. Also, based off of the album by James Bay (I love him if you couldn't tell.)

We were walking to Starbucks, about a 2 months after you woke up, when you grabbed my hand. "Hey, there's something I have to tell you." You said to me. I got nervous at the tone in your voice, but just continued to look at you as you kept speaking. "This is hard to tell you, and it may change some thing in our friendship, but hopefully not." You continued, as a million thoughts ran through my head, like horses on a track. "Okay, well, I uh... I've been thinking about this for a while, and..." You paused, before a smile crept onto your face. "I've been seeing someone, and they asked me to move in with them." You said.

My entire world stopped. I didn't know what to say, what to think. So I just forced a smile. "That's great. I'm happy for you, really." I said. "Really? I expected your reaction to be much... different." You replied. "Yeah, really. I'm glad you found someone." I said. "Well, great then. I'll let him know. You sure you're okay?"

No.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" I replied. "Okay, great." You said. We continued walking. You called him when we got home. You were so happy, I couldn't stand the fact that I was considering walking in there and spilling everything. But I couldn't do that to you. So I didn't say anything. Not until you left, your possessions in your car with you, except for the ones already there. Not until then did I cry. Because yeah, you'd visit. I knew that.

But it wouldn't be the same. There'd be no more late night talks, no more cuddling when one of us had a nightmare, no more spontaneous dance parties at ungodly hours of the morning. That's all over. You visited almost daily, and when you didn't, we went out and did something together. It wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Then the daily meetings turned into a couple times a week. Then weekly. Then monthly.

When he proposed, he came to me to ask for help. I helped him arrange the whole thing. You cried, and I cried with you as you ran to me, hugging the life out of me, as I congratulated you, and you thanked me. I was your best man, and I helped you with everything for the wedding. Things started getting better again. I helped you calm your nerves the big day. You called me almost everyday on your honeymoon. You came to me after your first fight, and again when you almost got divorced. We stayed together, even in our retirement. You held my hand at his funeral.

I cried at yours.