Author's Note: Hello everyone! Since this is my first fanfiction, I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Kristen and I love reading, writing and playing video games. I also love cats and I have a selective collection of Funko: Pop! vinyls. I adore Me Before You; I read the book and watched the movie twice. This story continues on from midway on page 359 of Chapter 23 and it begins in Louisa's point of view; I'm also using 31-year-old Will (like in the movie). Something to keep in mind: not everything that happens in fiction is entirely possible. Enjoy!

P.S. For those who have already read Chapter 1/Chapter 23, I have made several edits!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters portrayed in the story.

23

Louisa

The only thing that seemed remotely right those past few moments was the cool breeze that had caressed my burning face. I couldn't tell what I felt most then: devastation, desperation or rage. Hope would fall last on my list of emotions. I was running out of time and my last resort, begging, probably wouldn't even change Will's mind. But it was certainly worth the effort.

"I love you. I do. I think I knew even before I left Patrick. And I think you might even love me a little bit, too," I tried. I shifted my posture while still sitting across Will's lap.

"I adore you, Clark. But you don't understand, do you? Six months and you hadn't once noticed the agony? It isn't just being stuck in a chair. You of all people should understand that. It's painful, depressing and I never know when I may end up sick again. I just feel like a burden," he hesitated on what he'd said next. He looked down at his feet and I saw him swallow. "I have to tell you something."

"Will. . ." I began and then nodded, "I know about Switzerland. About Dignitas, and why my contract was only set for six-months. I've known everything for quite some time now." I anxiously bit my lip awaiting his response.

He looked up at me briefly, but lifted his eyes to the starry sky. He let out a sigh that seemed to say oh, thank goodness, she knows.

Before he could say anything, a muffled tune rang from the pocket I had recently sewed into my dress. I threw my hand to my side and clumsily fumbled my phone around in my pocket with furrowed brows.

I held my finger up. "Just a moment," then I hurriedly threw my phone up to my ear and answered pretending everything was fine. "Hello? Oh, good evening, Mrs. Traynor. Oh sure, he's right here—"As I put the phone to Will's ear this time, I confirmed, "it's for you." He half-laughed, half-scoffed at the reminder, just like he had done when I had introduced myself to him six months ago. . .two times.

Will watched me as he spoke. "Hello, mother. Oh, do tell," he said in a slightly amused tone. Perhaps he had the same idea to fake his tone so that Mrs. Traynor wouldn't worry that something had gone wrong.

All of a sudden, his face turned white and he opened his mouth slightly, as if he was speechless. I raised an eyebrow, but his face remained the same for what seemed like forever. He blinked slowly. I had heard murmuring project from the phone. I think I heard, "Will?" and seconds later, ". . .William."

Will snapped back into reality. "Mother." He paused and a smirk crept across his face. "Thank you. I'll have Louisa ring you tomorrow before we take off. You, too. Bye."

I slowly pulled my cellphone back toward me and ended the call. Then, I looked back up after shoving my phone back into my pocket. When I looked up, he was smiling at me. We just stared at each other. I probably looked as puzzled as I had felt and Will. . .well, Will looked relieved.

"Clark." His relaxed smile transformed into a grin; his dimples looked lovelier than ever. "There's been an advance in spinal cord research. A surgery had been performed on a man in Austria 8 months ago with C5/C6 quadriplegia. Lou. . .he has full use of his arms." His eyes sparkled as tears welled up in his eyes. "You know what this means, right?"

The hope I thought I'd lost ten minutes earlier rotated from last to first on my list of emotions. Desperation, devastation and of course rage became relief, motivation and pure joy. Of course I had known what this meant in my brain, but it came out of my mouth as jumbled stutters.

"Will, I... You'll be...I can't…Oh, Will! This is absolutely brilliant! I can't believe it! You'll be the old you again!" I threw my arms around his neck and he kissed my ear. My face felt wet, so I moved back to look at him. He was crying. Happy tears. Something I had never seen before. I burst out crying at the sight, and wiped his tears away.

"Here's where you're wrong though. I won't be the old Will. Ever again for the matter. I'll be the new Will, better. You've changed me. How could I ever repay you?" He looked up at the stars once again to prevent any more tears from streaming down his cheeks.

"You owe me nothing, Will Traynor. Because you've made me the happiest I've ever felt." This time, to make up for what he'd done several minutes earlier, he stretched his neck towards me and kissed me with all he had in him.

A band played smooth rhythms nearby, the tropical waves of Mauritius crashed on the shore and a gentle breeze blew through Will's hair and my own. As we touched our foreheads together, I realized then that those moments were some of the best in my life. He was going to live.