I sit with Perry on the couch the day his Mom had left. Forever. I stare at the leather journal I had always kept, just in case I needed to write about this in it. "Perry, erverything's gonna be okay. Okay? I see you don't believe that. I just wish you did, because it is. I wish you could just... Brush this off and keep on moving. I miss my Mom, too, but if I just kept on moping and didn't forget, I'd be in my grave right now. The world isn't completely gone, Perry. We're still here. We still have our lives. We still have love." I say, staring at him. Perry doesn't cry, he gets mad at the world. I cry most nights, sob until I fall asleep and just hope I don't wake anyone up. Why can't he just do that instead of hold a grudge with life? "Jules, we're still here, but we're here to shoot zombies. That's the only reason we're here. One day we're either gonna get eaten or we'll just dissappear off the face of the Earth. Poof. We'll just be gone." He tells me. I sigh and lay my head on his shoulder. I'm not gonna try to convice him anymore. Just let him know I'll always be there for him. Let him know how much I love him, even in his worst moments. "Well, UI'm never leaving you. I'll always be here exactly when you need to talk. No matter what you do, I support you. Always." I say. Perry doesn't respond. I close my eyes and imagine a world where Perry smiles and laughs and expresses his love again. That world is the past.