[A year later]

Hello again,

I don't know why I'm writing this to be perfectly honest with you. Will's getting better though, he's seeing David much less lately. Dana's guard phoned me the other day, said he'd be getting on heavy parole in less than a week from now, better than rotting in a jail I guess. Gabe, Gabe's good. He's great. Emotionally traumatized, yes, but okay as far as life has been going. I'm glad we met up again last year too. I honestly thought the worst of my life was over.

My mom died a week ago, had a funeral yesterday. I don't know how to feel to be honest. I'm not in denial or anything, I'm not angry either. I don't want to be passive at all and I don't want to forget. I'm just sad. Real sad. I know you're starting to remember things now, which is great and I'm happy for you. Sadness is covering it though. It gets to be too much sometimes. You won't be able to reply to this letter by the way, it's not a letter at all. More of a note, I guess. I'm sorry if this is hard to read, I'm shaking. But tell Will I'll say hi to David for him.

-Dalton Rapattoni

Cole studied the note as he walked into the hospital. He could remember the simple things, like the names of the band and their personalities. There were tears in his eyes when he read the note Dal sent him a week ago. He had heard Will was his best friend so he decided now was the time to visit him.

As he walked in he saw two slightly familiar faces.

"Cole?" Dana widened his eyes and went to hug his old friend.

Cole hugged him back as he eyed the big burly man watching over Dana. Dana was in cuffs. The blond guessed that the burly man was Dana's parole officer.

"You're here to see Will too?" The other face, Gabe, asked

Cole nodded. It seemed as though they all got letters. Together, they walked towards Will's room.

"Who're you?" A doctor asked, right as they were about to walk in. Dana's parole officer moved to talk to her on the side and motioned for the three to go in. Cole guessed the man was nicer than he looked.

"Will?" Gabe called, Will was laying on the bed, looking really pale.

He lifted his head and smiled weakly at the other three.

"Did you know that David died and here I am believing he's still alive and well? Did you know my best friend played along with it, completely hurting inside, keeping me from all the pain he was feeling just because I had a mental disorder? It makes you think you know. I mean, maybe it was all my fault? I know it's not though, I was hallucinating, I was mad in the head. I thought this place was my freaking room you know, my room. I'm definitely not this neat." Will laughed a little, he had laid his head on the pillow again. "Now I'm dying. Some run away patient with an airborne disease. I was gonna get out of here. Maybe this is better though, then I'll be able to see David again."

"Will-" Cole was cut off my Will coughing hoarsely.

"Dana, you shouldn't blame yourself for this. I don't blame you. It wasn't your fault. David wouldn't blame you either, I know he wouldn't. You're a good person Dana."

Dana nodded, approaching his old friend. He had audibly swallowed before laying a hand on him.

"Gabe, I know you don't really trust getting into another relationship but you deserve to be happy. Stop hiding. You don't have to, you have friends out here." Gabe followed Dana's lead.

Will laughed, "Dying wishes are funny aren't they? The person making them wants their wishes to be met even if they won't see it through their own eyes. My will is even funnier. Will's will. Yeah, my brother has it. Gave it to him
yesterday. I missed you guys. Maybe Dal had the right idea though, now I'll see him and Alex. I'll even see David again." Will looked into Cole's eyes as he approached, "Remember me."

Will let himself look up at the ceiling, eyes closed, he was smiling.

"Hello again Dalton." He muttered.

Gabe and Dana ran off to get the nurse while Cole just stood there, hand still on Will's.

"Goodbye Will."