Epilogue – Present:

I was dressed in a suit. A black suit that made me look... fancy- formal. It adorned a red tie, my hair messy, and my hands in my pockets. The suit was more comfortable than anything I'd worn in a long time. Everything was black.

I walked straight forward, despite the fact I could not see beyond my visions end. I knew not where I was or why I was here, but soon, I began seeing people. They were all grouped together, two people to a group, 15 groups in total. Then there was a table, all of them were staring at me. I just started for the table, more curious about it than anything else. It had this red tint around it and made me want to touch it. So I did. I placed my hand gently down on the slightly bumpy surface, waiting for a reaction as footsteps echoed behind me. I pulled my hand away as a folded up bundle appeared where I had once touched the table. I gently picked it up, confused as I unfolded it. It was a black shirt with a big, hollowed out blue diamond on it. The white words adorning it said: Power Moves Only.

And suddenly, it disappeared before my very eyes- from my very grasp as I was... taken somewhere. Images began playing. Mitch... The images dated all the way back to kindergarten, where we first met. It literally summed up our entire life together. From when we were kids, all the way up till the car crash. The people around me flinched at it, as did I. The police dug me out after getting Mitch, our short conversation happening as the nurses took me away. I began freaking out about Mitch. They sedated me, causing me to relax as I was taken care of.

Once again, I was reminded that it was all. My. Fault. It showed each and every day I showed up to Mitch's side, Mitch's asleep, basically dead form haunting me. I'd cry, I'd stare, and eventually walk away all together. It'd show the times I wasn't there, when Conner or his family were there. It showed the time all of the pack showed up, to which everyone around me pointed at the screen and mumbled names. Something about Larry, Robert, Peter, Victor, and Rylan. Everything was... reviewed? Remembered, maybe, I don't know anymore. All the way up to when Mitch woke up and was just all smiles.

Then, it picked up with Mitch and his family. He wouldn't eat for them. Everyone was worried, but none of them ever said anything. Mitch would cut at night before bed, tracing new scars on his skin as I suddenly felt nauseous. We didn't check his parent's hotel room for anything sharp...

When he got back home and we all hugged him, ate, to where I did force him to eat, a rather surprised, somewhat scared look on his face. Did I really scare him that badly...? Everything was caught up to date. From Mitch overdosing slightly to our argument at the park. When it came to me holding Mitch till he fell asleep, then leaving him and going through his journal, I watched as about 5 minutes later, Mitch opened his eyes, not turning around, but listening to the pages turn, and Lachlan as he came in. He listened to our conversation, and once we left, he sat up, and smiled. It was creepy. He slipped out of bed, grabbing his camera and beginning to record. It wasn't as enthusiastic as it usually was.

"Hey, what's going on dudes, its Mitch, or BajanCanadian here, and I have some bad news for everyone. This is a prerecorded video to tell you that I appreciate everything you all have ever done for me. You've made me who I am today, and I can't thank you enough. But, as none of you probably know... I'm dead." My eyes widened. He...

"Like I said, this is prerecorded, I'm killing myself later today, and you'll be getting this tomorrow. Don't worry; I'm sure by now my friends know. I'm going to record with the entire pack today as much as possible to give you guys an awesome goodbye treat, so this is the very last video that'll ever be posted on my channel. To my friends and family, please do not take down my channel. Leave it up for everyone to go through so everyone can laugh at my failures and fun, it would mean to world to me. And Jerome... In case you haven't figured it out yet, I love you. I always have. I hate the fact you're with Alanna and I wish you would've noticed me sooner, but you didn't. This isn't your fault. It's mine for being weak. If anyone thinks I'm kidding about this, I'm not. I swear. I'd never lie to you guys. Jerome, I can't say how much I love you. I love you so, so, so much... I hope you live a happy life with Alanna, I hope you grow old together and die in each other's arms, because once you're dead..." Mitch chuckled slightly, tossing his arms in the air just a bit. "You're coming right back to me. You're coming right back to your soul mate, I swear it to you. I don't really have much more to say, so... Bye guys, enjoy the video." He turned his camera off after that and sighed, lying down on his bed sideways. But he got back up, still smiling, and left his room, coming downstairs to meet us for lunch.

Everything from there was us recording and having a blast, until of course... after dinner. Before dinner, all Mitch did was add his little intro to the recording session, not breaking it up and setting it to render and upload by tomorrow morning, titling it: I'm Dead. He left on his walk, putting in his headphones and humming the tune of This Is Goodbye. He walked straight to the bridge, got there around 11:15, and set everything up. He stopped playing his song, turned off every app but the notes app, and stuffed his phone inside his hoodie, leaving the headphones plugged in. After that, he climbed up onto the railing, staring down as his smile faded. He began chewing on his bottom lip, as if questioning himself now.

Taking a deep breath, He closed his eyes and exhaled, smiling again as he tilted his head.

"Bye, Jerome." He stated to himself. And with that, he jumped off the bridge. My heart dropped, my skin beginning to pale. Oh god... Next was when I found his journal entry after pacing back and forth for an hour or so. I rushed from the house and drove all the way to the bridge. I read the slip of paper, then his note as the rain poured down on me. I began crying listening to the song, and when it was done, I let his phone and hoodie fall away from me, peering over the edge of the bridge. I stared, not breathing for the longest time. Then, I screamed, falling to my knees and covering my mouth, breathing heavily as I stared wide eyed at the bridge below me. And what did I do? I calmed down. Stood up. Pulled out my phone with a shaky hand. And called 911. And as the lady on the other end picked up, I slowly climbed on top of the railing. It was like... Seeing my best friend dead... changed me. I did feel like a part of my soul had been ripped away. I did feel like, without him, I was nothing inside. I needed Mitch, and right in that moment, I understood why. I love you.

"... Trace my phone. Two people jumped off this bridge." I tossed my phone over my shoulder, and jumped. I let it be that simple. The images faded away, all of us being brought back in front of the table. I gasped, Mitch standing on the other side of it, smiling sweetly as tears filled my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. Shakily breathing, I quickly ran around the table and hugged him tightly, letting him hold me as I sobbed.

"Why, Mitch?!" I demanded. "Why didn't you just fucking tell me?!" My voice was waterlogged and cracking, my sobbing echoing, seeming louder than it was, and Mitch just quietly hummed, pulling me closer.

"Because I already did." He mumbled, tilting my head up to his. He placed his forehead to mine, smiling calmly, sweetly down at me. I shook my head no partially.

"I don't want to do this anymore... How many times have we gone through this...? Five millennium, is that what you said...? Why...?" Mitch softly sighed.

"We wanted a perfect ending." I just stared up at him, scared and utterly dumbstruck.

"Why would you kill yourself if we wanted a perfect-?"

"Because... Because I conquered death, and told you I loved you without facing a consequence. I broke the pattern we were locked in- I created something... new. I saved us..." Mitch whispered, still smiling lightly. "This is our perfect ending..." I weakly smiled, cupping his cheeks.

"I love you..." I whispered.

"I love you too..." Mitch whispered back, cupping my cheeks as well and planting a passionate kiss on my warm, dead lips.