Author's Note: It wasn't meant to be a sequel to Nostalgia, but that's what it's become I guess. You don't have to read Nostalgia to understand this one.

Alvin smiled at a memory as he sat on the tree where he & Simon shared their first kiss as a couple, their initials clearly carved on its trunk. Memories swarmed through his mind of when Simon first told him he loved him, their first kiss, the things they'd done together, watching one another grow and change over time, no one could replace that. They were as close as two lovers could be. They knew everything about each other. Whenever one of them was feeling down, the other knew just how to bring him back up again.

If Simon was feeling depressed, Alvin's attitude would cheer him up, reminding him that everything would stay the same; whatever it was that made him feel sad was only a passing thing, and the important things would always stay by his side.

And no matter what it was that made Alvin sad, Simon would always have a story to tell that would open his eyes to a new perspective of the problem, making the experience a positive one.

A tear strolled down his cheek as he acknowledged that it was all gone now. He had fallen short of expectations. Simon's voice echoed in his mind, reminding him of what he'd lost; it whispered, "Hey."

Simon, along with the others, had been telling Dave about the adventures they had on the island as they sat on the helicopter, which was bringing them back to their destination. Simon turned to Alvin who was just sitting there silently next to him.

It was easy to tell that he was in deep thought, but Simon looked closely and saw something hiding behind his eyes. That's when he called out to him, watching Alvin turn to him he said, "I would say getting us stuck in this island is the worst thing that's ever gonna happen to us, but I could expect worse things from you."

Alvin smiled at Simon's remark and laid his head against Simon's shoulder. "I'm just glad you're all safe."

Simon wrapped his arm around Alvin and placed his hand on his head, gently ruffling his hair. "We'll be laughing about this a year from now, you'll see."

It seemed that all hope of gaining him back was lost, but Alvin still had a lingering flame, fighting to stay alive and that's what drove him to go talk to him.

It was just as he feared, no matter how much Simon wanted it to, he knew it wouldn't work. Everything that set Alvin apart, everything that made him who he was, and everything he liked about him was slowly being destroyed and he felt like it was all his fault; he felt like he was destroying the very chipmunk he fell in love with.

He knew it was tough. It was the first time either of them had ever been in love. Alvin was probably blaming himself, but it wasn't his fault. If anything, Alvin had succeeded at what he was trying to do, but in the process Alvin had stopped being the cheerful chipmunk he used to be. Alvin thought that in order for his relationship with Simon to work he'd have to stop doing small things that annoyed him, so he completely stopped showing affection because Simon himself wasn't very affectionate. If anyone was to be blamed, Simon would blame himself.

"Simon?" he heard Alvin call out as he neared his location.

Simon could hardly believe he had the courage to call it off earlier that day and he didn't feel like discussing this any further, so he tried to get away, but it was too late.

"Si?" Alvin called out as he spotted him. Approaching him he said, "I know nothing I say is gonna take back what I did, I just- I-"

"Don't." Simon said almost immediately.

Alvin knew arguing would only make things worse in situations like these, so he stayed quiet for a while, but he couldn't help himself and finished, "I need some guidance."

As he spoke those words Simon noticed that Alvin thought it was something he'd done, so he decided to take advantage of the situation. He knew that what he was about to do was for the best in the long run because Alvin wasn't changing, he was being destroyed.

"You think this is easy for me?" Simon asked as he stared directly into his eyes, which projected a level of understanding.

The tone of Simon's voice as he spoke those words left Alvin breathless, he would never forget it.

"I can change, Si." Alvin half whispered.

Simon turned to leave.

As a small sentiment, Alvin tried to stop him."Simon, don't-"

"Alvin, please. Just let go of me."

He did, and just as Simon took a few steps he came to a stop and said,

"Do me a favor, Alvin. You can hold your grudge on me, just don't change."

Alvin stood there, confused at his statement. "B-but"

"Goodbye, Alvin."

Alvin couldn't help but wonder if Simon was trying to get him to understand that he easily lost himself in trying to please everybody and by doing so, he left him behind.

He took the long way home, thinking about all the things he'd said. The words "don't change" ringing in his ear, making him confused. He didn't understand how it was possible for him to feel that way. He tried to show Simon that he was willing to change for him, so why would he say those words? One thing was for sure, he hated himself for not being good enough for Simon. Alvin didn't know how to show love, not in a way Simon would appreciate anyway.

As he sat on the tree on their back yard, replaying all those small motions of the night they spent there, his pulse quickened again. He would miss company, but most of all their small, yet playful arguments that they had.

Alvin looked up at the sky and noticed that the vibrant colors it used to have were gone.

"You made my day, Alvin." Simon's laugh echoed across the corner of his mind.

Out of pure hopelessness he thought to himself, 'maybe I'll get drunk again.. for nostalgic reasons.. to feel love again.'

"And the world continues to grow on the seeds of a broken heart."
- 'Lokaou Augunum' by Olafur Arnalds

Author's Note: I have already planned the entire story. 80% of it is already done, so I will be posting one every Thursday. I just wanna go over some small things before I publish it. There's a new poll in my profile if you wanna vote for which story I should write after this one. Oh, and I made a few edits to my other stories; nothing that big, just fixing some small stuff. If something is missing or out of place, let me know and I'll fix it. The devil is in the details.