The kids were playing in the yard. I watched them run around like maniacs. I got no sleep last night, I was exhausted.

"I'm so cold." I whined.

We were sitting in a cab driving to a hotel. John was sitting next to me.

"Stop your complaining please!" He said rubbing his temples. He always got headaches after a show.

"But I'm cold." John looked like he was about to murder me. He put his arm around me to try and warm me up.

"I'm still cold." I joke.

"Paul? Are you okay?" Linda snapped me back into reality.

I wasn't with John, I was with Linda and the kids. A part of me hated that. Another part accepted it, I felt guilty for that.

"I'm fine Lin I think I just need some more sleep." I excused.

"Go inside and lie down, I'll watch them."

I staggered my way inside and sat down on the couch. I felt so exhausted it's been a long couple of day.

I held the phone to my ear. My hand had a firm grip on it. John ended the conversation differently than normal.

"You know I love you right?" He said in a hushed tone, like he was trying to be secretive about it.

"Yes."

"Do you love me?" His voice still in a hushed tone.

"Of course!" How could be ask such a question? He was my best friend after all.

"Well I'm going to when to go record stuff." He said quickly before hanging up. We'd been on the phone for an hour. He's kept them waiting for a long time.

That was one of the last conversations I had with him. He seemed so cheerful, but I guess that's easy when you don't have a bullet in your brain. I winced at the thought.

It's so weird how someone can be gone so quickly. One minute they're fine, the next they're dead.