[Slight time skip, this is three years after Steven left- there are flashbacks to explain everything. Enjoy!]

[I can't even begin to express how many times I re-watched this video and just watched Steven stare into the camera as he sang. I mean- hello there beautiful.]
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*Delilah's P.O.V*

March 7, 1971~

"Where's Steven?!" Joe had shaken my shoulder lightly, waking me.

I jumped a bit, looking around sleepily. Yawning and rubbing my eyes with my palms "What?" I mumbled.

"Steven! Where is he?" Joe spoke with panic in his voice.

I froze, meeting eyes with him "What do you mean, 'Where's Steven'...?" I spoke slowly.

"He's gone." Joe replied.

I sprung up from the couch and ran to the bathroom, no sign of him.

I searched around backstage- dressing rooms- no, and no.

Maybe he went outside? But why...

"He probably went to get fresh a-...." I spoke as I reached for the doorknob.

I paused, my hand became coated with a dark- thick- sticky substance as I grabbed the doorknob.

Staring with fear, I raised my hand to my face- blood coated the doorknob.

Ithad dripped down on to the door, along the floor into small individual puddles.

"Oh god.." I choked, covering my clean hand over my mouth.

It finally dawned on me what he'd done

Steven was trying to kill himself. Oh my god he was going to commit suicide.

Where would he have gone to? He just left..

I was at a loss for words- I only felt tears pour down my face as I mentally broke down.

Joe and approached me, taking me into his arms.

"Delilah- he probably didn't go far, he's just a little nervous...that's all..." He spoke softly, trying to reassure me.

No, no no no no. He's trying to go knock-knock-knocking on heavens door for gods sakes!

I hugged him tightly, my nose and mouth buried against his shoulder as I cried.

I stared at my blood covered hand from behind his back- trembling slightly.

His blood was on my hands. Oh dear god the love of my life...his blood was on my hands.
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April 13, 1974~ (present day)

I distinctively remembered that night- it was March 7, 1971.

A day or two after Steven had been having breakdowns.

We finally were alright, working on our relationship- as he began to work harder at his musical career with the boys.

I had everything I needed. My lover, my closest friends- I even got accepted at the university of Maine.

My whole world collapsed when Steven left.

He didn't just leave me, he left everything.

It hurts talking about him- it really does. I wasn't sure if he was alive or not.

Last month Joe told me the boys were heading up to Massachusetts- visiting home.

Hoping to clean up their career- maybe start up Aerosmith, with or without Steven.
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May 4, 1972

"When?" I frowned internally, looking to Joe.

He shrugged a bit, looking down. Resting his hands on his bare hips.

His dark mass of curly hair was a mess, a pair of blue jeans fitted his legs as he played with the necklace that rested against his bare chest.

"Sometime during the summer- we'll write, visit every now and then."

I already lost Steven, now I was going to loose Joe, Tom and Joey too?

This isn't what I need right now...not at all.

"Oh-...alright..."

"Unless- you come with us." Joe suggested.

I considered, oh so badly wanting to go.

"I-...can't...I really want to go to College Joe...besides, what if- what if Steven comes back."

My voice wavered with hope.

Joe looked away, pursing his lips slightly "I don't think he will, Delilah. I've known him since we were small, he runs away from his problems- and doesn't look back."

That- that honestly really hurt. "Oh...I see. So was I just another 'problem worth running away from?'"

Joe looked to me and frowned "You know that isn't what I meant."

I nodded and looked down.

It was going to be hard getting over him.
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April 13, 1974 (present day)

And, it really was.

There were times I felt as if I couldn't even go on.

I only wanted to lay around and do nothing.

One morning, I caught sight of the Polaroid camera on the end table- from the morning when Steven had stayed the night.

I sifted through the photos that laid beside the camera.

Slight tears formed in my eyes as I looked at the man in the photo.

Steven was staring out into the distance, lost in thought as he looked out the window.

The second photo, he looked directly towards me- a playful serious expression on his face.

The third photo, caused me to laugh slightly.

His face was scrunched up, his hand rubbing his eyes.

The cameras slight flash hurt his eyes- I remember him whining and complaining as I laughed.
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It was later in the evening, a few college friends of mine were all planning on watching Burt Sugarman's Midnight Special.

We all were impatient and rather excited to see what Burt held in store for us.

There was no way to know, until we watched it.

No radio 'sneak peaks'- no nothing.
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My friend Pattie, her boyfriend George, came over- as well as Mick and his friend Keith. (TheBeatlemaniacs you're so welcome for that.)
Another few boys tagged along, Micky from down the hall and his friend Davy joined us.

We all eagerly gathered around the T.V- the previous show was coming to an end as we waited for Burt Sugarman's show to come on.

"The who? Doubtful. What about The kinks?" Mick asked as he looked to Davy.

Davy only shrugged a bit and exchanged glances with George "Could be. I hope it's Kiss." He spoke excitedly.

Pattie laughed lightly at Davy's excitement.

I smiled after my friends, just as I opened my mouth to speak- the phone rang.

I groaned a bit "tell me when it comes on." I patted Micky's shoulder and jogged off into the kitchen.

Twirling around in a circle, grasping the phone in one hand- I leaned back against the wall "Hello?"

"Hey Stranger." He familiar, calm voice called out.

My face lit up "Joe! Hi, how are you?" I smiled brightly.

I could hear Joe laugh "Fine...Fine- you going to watch Burt's show tonight?"

I nodded, as if he could see me "Mhm. Are you?"

He chuckled lightly "Well-...sort of...just- watch it....I uh- gotta get going now. I'll talk to you in a little bit."

"Wait- What? What's that supposed to mean, Joe?" I called out as the other line went silent.

I looked down at the phone and furrowed my brows slightly- placing the phone back down on the receiver.

I sighed slightly and shuffled towards the living room.

Pattie squeaked with excitement- she sat with George, a beer in her hand as Mick and Keith both talked a mile a minute.

Everyone grew quiet as the show came on. Burt smiled and began to speak softly, talking about weeks events and political crap.

He laughed softly and waved towards the stage- finally revealing who tonight's guest would be.

I nearly head a heart attack.

I wasn't even joking.

A large red electric sign above the stage read 'AEROSMITH'- a close up of Joe playing his guitar started.

I couldn't believe it- Joe wasn't kidding, they got their band cleaned up and-

Oh-...oh good god-...no...it can't be.

Oh my god it is.

I stepped over Mick and passed Pattie as I leaned forward, staring at the screen intently.

"S-....Steven?!" I practically cried out.

I watched as he began to playfully dance around on stage.

The moment he looked at the camera while singing- I felt like we were back home together. The both of us with the boys- just us.

I kneeled before the T.V and watched him closely.

Tears filled my eyes as I began to sob, I laughed and shook my head "You âsshole. You're alive! You're alive." I exclaimed and smiled through my tears.