Hey geeks. Last chappie here, so I hope you all enjoy, even though you'll probably be crying by the time it's over. Hopefully.

Rebecca's POV:

I still watch them, from way up here. David has never been the same, he's been sad and lonely, even with my siblings there with him. My little sister has grown so much, and my brothers have grown in annoyance. I still love them all the same. 20 years, I've been gone. For the past 20 years, every Tuesday at 10 am, David has brought a single red rose to my grave every single week, without fail. My siblings have stayed in London. They visit David a lot, but he's still extremely lonely. He still cries over my death. It pains me to watch him suffer, even though I'm dead. My siblings have accepted it, and they have moved on with their lives. I'm happy for them. I'm so glad that they aren't stuck in a pot-hole, or sifting through mud to find a piece of brown paper. I'll see them in around, oh, 50 years. I decided I'd look in on David, and see how he was doing. From the way I saw him, it looked like I was right in front of him. He was holding a bottle of pills, and sitting on his bed. He shook two out, and then he swallowed them. He kept taking the pills, tears racing down his face as if they were on a race track. He was shaking so badly.

"I'm coming to see you Rebecca. I'll see you soon." He kept chanting over and over. I couldn't do anything to stop him, I had tried. I sat on the edge of his bed, watching him the whole afternoon. When he went to sleep, I was right next to him when he died. Suddenly, he sits bolt upright. Except he's still lying down. He looks like he's in his late 30's, not his 60's. He turns to face me. He embraces me in a bone-crushing hug and cries. He moves away from the hug, and we both stand up. Then poof- we were sitting on the park bench in one of the many parks in London. We stand up again, and start walking. We come across my sisters kid, Jamie. Sweet little girl, she is. We never really spoke, just sometimes. We mainly watched, observing the world we could never touch again.