Shawn:

I looked at myself in the mirror. Its been two days since I lost my illumination... My eyes have dark rings around them, its visible I haven't slept in days. Yet for some odd reason, Im still in shock, with a gleam of hope in my heart that she'll be alive.

I haven't picked up any of my phone calls, actually I haven't picked up my phone... Annabeth is my screen saver, I have a feeling I'll break down if I even look at it. In the mirror, the reflection of my album cover that hung on the wall shone back at me. I guess Annabeth hadn't really completely left. This album was dedicated to her, she wrote it. She left it behind, and its my job to let it grow.

There was a slight rasping at the door and I turned to see Andrew, his face looked strained and hurt, but there was a gleam in his eyes.

"Come on Shawn, time to get on stage..." he mumbled, leaving the door wide open

Everybody was affected by Annabeth's passing, it hurt a lot. But... The fans didn't know yet... The press didn't know yet.. And its been TWO days. I swallowed hard before stepping out of my dressing room and walking towards the stage, grabbing the custom made guitar Annabeth got me for Christmas. It had all my accomplishments.. Except for my accomplishment in winning her heart, and this album.

The fans screamed my name as I went on stage. Usually I would enjoy this, but I was to broken to enjoy it completely.

"H-hey everyone" I greeted into the mic

The fans screamed and I motioned them to settle down.

"Uhm.. I've got a few things to say before the concert starts... A few days ago Annabeth got really sick. Her immune system was low from a life threatening sickness she had. We figured out earlier this year she was dying and the flu got to her which sped up the process"

The crowd gasped and I took in a deep breath before continuing to speak

"She died two days ago.." I sniffled

Several fans in the crowd began to cry while I wiped my own tears away.

"She was my everything, and I lost her. She left behind this album though, she helped me write it and add the music. She helped me find my way back to the music. If it weren't for her I wouldn't be here right now.."

Im sure everyone was in tears and sniffling by now, my insides twisting at the thought she was forever gone..

"Hold on for me" I heard her whisper

"But she told me to hold on, that id never be alone, that she would forever be here beside us all actually. The Illuminate Album is dedicated to Annabeth Martello, not only was she heir to the throne of England, a pro gymnast and singer, she was my miracle. My whole world, so sing along with me in the honor of Annabeth" I smiled a bit at the end, she would have enjoyed this so much

I felt my pocket for my guitar pic but felt something else. I took it out and gasped. It was Annabeth's pencil... The one that had led me to leave the note in Annabeth's locker to meet me at Tim's... The whole start of this all. I put it in my front pocket for good luck and found my pic.

"Lets start with her favorite song Stitches" I said into the mic

"I thought that I've been hurt before" I began, the fans following along

There was a shout from off stage and before I could realize what was happening small arms were wrapped around me. I looked down to see a familiar red head sobbing into me. I stumbled back slightly, my heart beating a thousand miles per hour.

This was a dream. She wasn't actually here. Im hallucinating.. But she began to sob and I realized it was real. She was here! I wrapped my arms around her, joyous tears streaming down my face as we both sagged to the floor. Annabeth looked at me and grabbed my face, pressing my lips against hers which I gladly accepted.

The whole crowd was shocked, some still sniffling from my moving words earlier. Annabeth pulled away from me. I could tell this wasn't a joke, Max didn't have the same eyes as Annabeth, and Im sure she wouldn't do this to me.

"H-how?" I stuttered, breathing heavily at the sight in front of me

"You had to wait until the count of three"

~*~

Narrator:

Annabeth had died. She saw the light at the end of the tunnel and she walked towards it, hearing her brother playing and giggling, coaxing her over. There was a shock tat had run through her body twice before little Aiden stopped and looked at her with happy eyes.

"Annaboo Im okay, you have someone waiting for you! Go back!" he giggled

Annabeth stopped and realized the life she left behind. It felt difficult to walk backwards but her love for Shawn was strong. She began to sing under her breath 'Mercy' as she forced herself backwards. The bond in-between Shawn and her growing stronger as she fought the forces of nature.

There was one more jolt that sent her flying backwards into reality. She opened her eyes and began to breath heavily as she watched doctors hang over with wide eyes. The several jolts of electricity had zapped the P.O.D disease cells causing them to diminish into nothing. She begged them to release her before hand, to call Shawn and bring him back to her.

But Shawn wouldn't pick up the phone and she had to heal. Shawn just had to wait for the third shock for her to come back, but he left before hand. After two days Annabeth was fed up and snuck out of the hospital, committing to complete her promise and attend Shawn's concert.

One Annabeth felt him, her arms wrapping around her she felt completely alive again. Shawn was more then glad to see his ray of sunshine was alive. They attended the concert, letting Annabeth explain what had happened. In the end Shawn and Annabeth went back home, and the first thing she did was grab her white paint and paint brush, and paint over the filled girl.

Annabeth grabbed colorful paints and transformed the painting into something beautiful. Now it signified how much she was really alive, and she added one mote silhouette back to back to her own. It was Shawn's, and now there bond was complete.

Everyday Shawn thought about Annabeth "Final words" when she told him to hold on. And even if she was alive, she still had her medical problems, and he intended to take ahold of every memory he could.

Because in the end,

We ALL have to hold on

~*~

Yall thought I would actually kill off Annabeth? Psh hell nah. I loved writing this story and epilogue and I cant help but think about all the people that have supported the book. Thank you guys really! Hold On has 1.02 k reads! Its amazing, and I never thought I would write a good story like this one. After I end another one of my books I might publish a Jacob Sartorius one and begin editing my old books cause uh... There cringy and I need to fix that. But while you here why don't you share this story with as many people you can? I didn't intend it to be so emotional but uh... It is. It also sends a message to everyone and shows how strong love can be really be, even in death. So who knows, this story could probably encourage a guy to ask the girl he really loves out, or for someone not to cut themselves or even think about suicide. Because in the end we have to Hold On.

Love you guys lots!

Xoxo