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Chase 101

Chapter 14

Zoey removed her head from Chase's shoulder, keeping the distance between Chase and her to a minimum as she stared at him with a loving expression, complete with a gentle, caring stare into his eyes with a huge smile as he looked at her the same way.

"Chase,"

Zoey let out a small laugh as she retrieved an old memory from her mind.

"Do you remember the last time we were here?"

Chase thought for a second, and then nodded his head as he stared off into the lake that glistened from the lights that reflected off of it, growing more beautiful as the evening progressed.

"Yeah, of course…you were mad at me for stealing your quiz answers so I could be your date for the dance…and you told me I skipped rocks like a girl."

Zoey let out a laugh as she snaked her hand down Chase's forearm, intertwining fingers with him as they both stared at the small lake in front of them, taking in the beauty.

"You did…"

Chase shot Zoey a playful look out of the corner of his eye, Zoey smirking at him in reply as she leaned towards him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. As they broke the embrace, Zoey let her hand wander down from its position on his neck to his chest, and then to his defined abdominal muscles as she maintained eye contact, breathing a little heavier as she felt Chase's stomach tense up a little as he began doing the same. Zoey's lustful look dulled for a second, as a skeptical look came over her face.

"You didn't really set yourself up with me just to keep me safe from other guys, huh?"

Chase maintained eye contact with Zoey, shaking his head slightly as he let out a short laugh.

"No…"

Chase shrugged his shoulders, playfully pouting towards Zoey as he gave her what could best be described as puppy eyes.

"You forgive me?"

Zoey's smile grew larger as she leaned in towards Chase again; whispering, "Of course," before she met lips with him, this time much more passionate as both of their hands slowly began to explore one another.

They went on like this for minutes, Chase noticing that Zoey seemed to be in better shape than he imagined, just like him, feeling a tighter and more defined stomach as his hand wandered a few inches underneath her shirt, slowly moving up.

Zoey did the same, Chase enjoying the sensations of Zoey's hands wandering under his shirt, gently scratching and rubbing his chest, stomach, and back. Zoey continued gently scratching Chase's back as he shuttered slightly from the sensation. Chase kissing the crevice of her neck and collarbone caused Zoey to let out a soft moan, her hands slowly making their way down Chase's lower back.

Alarms went off in Chase's head as Zoey's hand grazed over a place in his lower back that few people, only his parents, a few doctors and nurses, and a few others, were aware of. However, Chase's emotions were too strong, the situation they were now in too heated, for him to stop her or notice completely.

Immediately, a feeling of horror sunk into his stomach as he noticed her move back a few inches, breaking free from most of his physical contact as she gave him a confused and curious look, her hand now repeatedly rubbing over the scar on his lower back, underneath his shirt, that was hidden from plain sight.

Chase let out a sigh, closing his eyes as Zoey leaned back to get a clear look, pulling up his shirt a few inches and letting out a huge gasp as there was still enough light in the sky for her to see the scar that was equal to a few inches in length on his back fairly well.

"Oh my God! Chase, what happened?!"

Worried for her boyfriend, Zoey scooted as close to him as possible, their legs against each other as she turned her body to completely face him. Zoey placed a hand on the far side of his neck, slowly turning his face towards her as Chase shook his head, not looking her in the eyes as the look on his face was of hurt and pain.

"Baby…it's okay…you can tell me."

After a few seconds of staring off towards the lake, Chase looked at Zoey, attempting to let out a fake laugh that quickly ended, Zoey swallowing hard as she maintained eye contact with him, noticing that he looked like he was about to cry.

"My going away present…so to speak…"

Chase shook his head, trying to comfort Zoey, as he noticed she seemed extremely worried, with a smile, memories that were now plaguing his mind making it impossible to even try to pretend to be happy as the look of almost despair fell back across his face.

Zoey shook her head, her emotions equally as sad as Chase's as her worries grew with each passing moment. She didn't say a word, splitting her time between staring down at her hand intertwined with Chase's and at him, as he let out a sigh, deep in thought. She wasn't going to pressure him to tell her what happened in London, she knew that he would when he wanted to, and that he knew she was there for him. Zoey was caught slightly off guard when, after a few minutes of silence, Chase looked at her, clearly intent on telling her everything that happened.

"I ummm…my friends in London…Nasty…Twinkie…and ummm…D…they were ummm…"

Zoey nodded when Chase looked up from the ground at her, listening intently and making it clear that she was as Chase continued, dropping his head back to the ground as he tripped over his words trying to explain.

"Nasty was like Michael while I was in London…he was…ummm…my best friend. Twinkie…big dude…he was like that guy off the Green Mile…huge…but when you were his friend he was kind…compassionate…caring…"

Zoey nodded again, even though Chase was not looking at her as she tightened her grip on his hand.

"D…ummm…he had his problems…"

Chase looked up at Zoey, finding it extremely hard to swallow as he searched for words.

"They were into a lot of bad shit…I didn't really know about it until a little before I left…I really should of known…I mean that did give me the steroids…wouldn't tell me how they got them but I didn't ask…you know…but I don't think it was their fault…just one bad mistake that lead to more and they couldn't get out after a while…"

Zoey nodded, letting a small frown form on her lips form for a second when Chase admitted about the steroids. Honestly, she had wondered about that, about how muscular Chase had gotten and how quickly, but she didn't judge him for that, and the compassionate look quickly returned to her face as she stared at Chase.

"We were our own little clique you know…it felt awesome being the kids that everybody knew, that everybody wanted to be friends with, every girl wanted to get with…so I guessed I never questioned it, didn't want to, only enjoyed it. Ummm, I think Nasty and Twinkie wanted to get out…I remember I walked in at the end of a huge fight between them and D."

Somehow, Chase found strength, it slowly becoming easier to talk about what he never had before with anyone, and was actually able to look Zoey in her eyes as he continued his story.

"D…always had a problem with me…and it grew worse and worse…he thought I was…replacing him or something…and after that fight he quit hanging out with us, dropped off the radar entirely…I didn't even see him around or at school for like a week before ummm…well…ummm…this under 21 club… Epsilon… awesome club… we always went there on the weekends."

Zoey nodded her head, actually remembering hearing people talk about it during her own brief stay in London.

"A lot of stuff happened in that club, and outside of it. It was where Nasty, Twinkie, and D would disappear for a few minutes, selling whatever it was they were that night, and would be back before I realized they were gone. A lot of fights too…we got a ton of respect there, even though it wasn't exactly our…ummm…home turf or whatever you want to call it…I never really realized that it was because they were the main hook-up for anyone wanting to get messed up or high there."

Zoey's eyes grew a little bit as she looked at Chase, never thinking that Chase had gotten so involved in such a bad thing in his brief time abroad.

"I remember ummm…Nasty wanted to kill D he was so mad at him…not literally but ummm…So when I saw him…ummm…he was with some kids I had never seen before there…"

Zoey nodded her head as Chase attempted to explain in a little more detail.

"When Nasty walked up to him I was expecting a fight…I was ready….I remember I had that feeling like almost floating on clouds…ready for a fight….an adrenaline rush whatever…I don't know why I did I mean…fighting had become second nature…I usually didn't even get hyped up when I was fighting by that point…and I fought calm and patient because of it…"

Chase shook his head, trying to get back on topic as he started to go off on a tangent, subconsciously trying to avoid saying what happened next.

"Something…wasn't right…I could tell in the back of my head. Nasty and Twinkie came up to me…I was actually on the dance floor although I was focused on the area where Twinkie, Nasty, D, and the rest of them were…ready to run over…"

Nervously, Chase rubbed his free hand on his leg for a few seconds, letting out a huge sigh as he stared up at the stars that were starting to show themselves as it got darker in the sky. Finally, after regrouping his thoughts and emotions, Chase continued.

"He kept saying we had to go…and I remember asking a thousand questions as we made our way out of the club…it was like when too many things are going at one time and when you try to focus on them all you just get more confused. I was trying to walk quickly enough to keep up with Nasty, get his attention, find out what was going on, listen to what Twinkie was saying, and looking back over my shoulder at the noise…it was like a third of the club decided to leave immediately after we did."

Chase became aware of the tears that were now running down the corner of his face as Zoey softly wiped a few away, but instead of stopping his story, he continued.

"It happened so quick…I ummm…got jumped on…"

Chase carelessly extended his free hand up towards his shoulder, trying to explain as he pointed with his thumbs towards his back as he continued speaking.

"Like on my back…just as an instinct…when I fell forward I dug my feet into the ground and bent over at the waist…D went flying over my back…he tried to wrap his arms around my neck to hold on…even ended up hitting me in the side of the face…around the eye…on accident when he flew over me."

Zoey, who had been nodding for the majority of Chase's story, let her mouth fall open a little as she gently rubbed her hand up and down Chase's bicep.

"It took me a few seconds to realize it was him…he had almost gotten up by the time I realized it…just as…instinct… habit…whatever…I closed the distance…smashed him in the face. I felt him give out a little, fall, but he took me out at the ankles as he fell…knocked me onto the ground on my back."

Chase, growing more nervous as he started to reach the climax of his story and about how Zoey might react, pointed to his back again as a sort of defense mechanism, growing more animated and using his free hand as he talked.

"He tried to hit me…got up and stood over top of me…but I stuck my legs up in his gut…kicked him to the side a few feet…by the time he came back at me I was off the ground… ducked a hook he threw…hit him with a uppercut…hard…laid him out…"

Chase shook his head, looking away from Zoey in shame for a moment. Zoey tightened her grip on his arm and hand to make him look back at her, saying more with her eyes than words could as she gave him the confidence to continue.

"I mean…when Nasty and me would go to the gym we would spare, hit the heavy bag until our hands bled…hard enough that we would sprain our wrists on occasion from the recoil…but it didn't compare to this…I saw his eye roll back in his head for a second as he fell on the ground…got over top of him throwing at his face, hitting him as he tried to play defense…it was over before it started."

Chase swallowed back spit that had formed in his throat with pain, his mouth growing drier by the second as his body began to shake.

"When I looked over…I realized that the kids D was with were fighting Nasty and Twinkie. Nasty was just destroying this kid…I mean he was a little bigger than Nasty but it didn't matter…I saw him throw him up against the wall and kick him again and again when he fell against the ground. Twinkie had the two others under control… putting one of them in a headlock or grabbing them …hitting the other one with his free hand."

Chase let out a huge sigh, his face showing disappointment and disgust at himself.

"I…I thought it was awesome…like eating up the fact that we were like…the shit…no one could mess with us…I went back to hitting D in the face from over top of him as he tried to roll away after a couple seconds of watching Nasty and Twinkie…I remember I had a huge smile on my face…"

Finally, Zoey spoke upon seeing the shame and sadness covering Chase's face.

"Chase, its okay…"

Chase shook his head, staring into Zoey's eyes with sadness.

"No Zoey, it ain't…"

Chase didn't give Zoey a chance to fight back against him, to tell him what happened and what he tried not to blame himself for no matter how hard it was, was okay.

"Finally, one of D's…friends…took out Twinkie's legs…them both doing what I was to D to him…taking turns smashing him in the face. Afraid, I looked over to Nasty…met eyes…gave him a real quick nod…ran over from where I was to where Twinkie was. Zoey, I…I hit him so hard…I think he was unconscious before he hit the ground…the other came at me about to hit me…before he got a chance I grabbed him around the waist, picked him up… slammed him on his neck against the cement. I remember the crack…I thought I broke his neck."

Zoey's eyes grew wider for a second, flinching slightly at Chase's comment.

"Nasty looked up at me, he wasn't all there…bleeding…from his mouth…nose…everywhere…I was so mad Zoey. I started kicked the kid I slammed… in the gut…he was only aware enough to cover up his face…basically in the fetal position as I kicked him a couple more times."

Slowly, Chase reached his hand back, touching the scar through the shirt as Zoey noticed what he was doing.

"I don't know how to explain the feeling…it was like after running laps in gym class…when you take in a huge breath but it feels dry and like you didn't get any oxygen. I remember feeling the jerk…my whole body jumping a few inches… the pain in my back."

Chase closed his eyes, shuttering slightly as his let his shoulders slouch and let out a sigh.

"I turned around…saw D just standing there…I know he was scared…not wanting to believe what he did…wanting to take it back…and seeing the knife in his hand just…dripping blood…"

Softly, Zoey touched Chase's face, wiping away a few tears directly below his closed eyes, causing him to finally open them, as she wiped tears off her own face afterwards.

"It was like my whole body froze, I couldn't move…when I reached back and touched my back…saw my entire hand covered in blood…it happened so quick…I fell down on my back…looking up at D just standing there, almost in a trance … shaking as he looked down at the knife."

Feeling uneasy, Chase straightened up his back, staring off in no particular direction as he let out a deep breath. After a few seconds, Chase looked back at Zoey, tightening his grip on her hand for emotional support as he kept speaking.

"It happened so quick…I just remember… literally… seeing D fly a few feet…land a little ways away from me on his back, hearing the cracking of bone at the same time. I…I don't know what Nasty was screaming…I don't know if he did…but he was just screaming…I remember literally seeing D's nose break and hearing it at the same time. Zoey… he hit him so hard…and hit him again…he ran over to me screaming…picking my head up in his arm…looking down at me with tears in his eyes. His eyes…were ummm…I have never seen someone so angry…so…like at that moment something snapped inside of him as he saw the blood all over me…"

Chase leaned forward, removing his hand from Zoey's as he placed his forehead into his hands, crying deeply as his tears fell to the ground. Zoey felt his entire body shaking as she wrapped her arms around him as tightly as she could, resting her chin in his shoulder as she rested her head against his.

"My eyes got real heavy…I started to fade in and out…Nasty kept telling me that everything was going to be okay. He ummm…didn't realize how bad it was until he realized that his knees were in my blood…and the entire back of my shirt was dark red from the blood. I ummm…remember him screaming, angrier and louder than I've ever heard anyone when he realized…he got up and went back over to D…barely moving on the ground…"

By this time Zoey had joined Chase in crying, sobs rattling both of their bodies as she held onto him trying to comfort both of them.

"He had to have hit him twenty times Zoey…screaming each time…I don't think D was even alive for most of it…I don't think he was conscious after the first few. I couldn't move…I wanted to scream…cry…something….but I remember hearing…not seeing…just hearing Twinkie screaming…crying…I think he was still on the ground beside me."

Chase stopped speaking, letting the sobs win out as they boomed from his chest. When he could finally catch his breath, he continued, through the sobs.

"There was nothing left Zoey…no noticeable features…I couldn't even tell it was D…I couldn't even tell it was a face…just bloody flesh…that's all that was left. I only remember parts…everything gets blurry…Nasty back over top of me….touching me…his own shirt covered in my blood…his hands…covered in my blood…D's blood…his own blood…his hands …shattered…broken…"

Chase finally removed his head from his hand, sitting upright once again as Zoey released him from her embrace. Chase turned his body to face Zoey, a few inches separating their bodies and faces, as he held onto Zoey's hand like it was the last thing he had in the world.

"I remember the lights…like some cheesy ass hospital show or something…pieces of being in ambulance…getting rushed in the hospital…nurses and doctors screaming out orders and at each other…"

Different emotions hit Zoey like a wall, her heartbeat quickening along with her breathing as she noticed how deeply Chase was staring into her eyes.

"I wasn't really aware of my surroundings…I only remember small parts…pain…fear…but…even though I wasn't sure what was going on…besides the fact I was on some operating table…I was thinking clearly. I…I ummm…realized I was going to die there…alone…afraid…pieces of my life flashing before my eyes…my time at PCA…in London…what had happened that night…my family…you…"

Chase was still crying, but was doing much better than Zoey who had tears cascading down her face as her whole body rocked. Zoey shook her head, placing her hand back in contact with Chase's as she grabbed them, her bottom lip shaking as couldn't speak.

"…Ummm…you remember that Psychology class we had together first semester last year…before I left?"

Zoey nodded with a small amount of confusion on her tear streaked face, showing that she was not sure of where Chase was trying to go with his latest statement.

"I always thought Ms. Bluedorn was crazy…most of the stuff in that class just what old doctors used to diagnose their patients as insane and get rich off of it…but ummm…that one section about the five stages of death…"

Zoey broke eye contact with Chase, fighting back a painful lump in her throat as she now knew exactly where Chase was going with what he was saying, not sure if she could bear the pain of what Chase was saying, let alone imagine the pain he went through, and was still going through, from what had happened. She wanted to tell him to stop, but the fact she couldn't form words and that it wouldn't be right to tell Chase, who was finally opening up and telling her his darkest secret, to stop because she couldn't take it.

"Well…ummm…denial came first…just like she said it would. Even right after I got stabbed…when in the back of my mind I knew how much I was bleeding…how bad it was…I refused to believe it…kept telling myself in my head I was going to be alright…but laying there…dying on that hospital bed as they tried to save me…I realized it was happening."

Chase leaned forward towards Zoey, raising their hands up towards his face as he leaned his head forward. Zoey closed her eyes, allowing the tears to roll freely as she rested her forehead against the top of Chase's head, listening to what he was saying.

"At least one thing from that class wasn't a waste of time…"

Chase let out a laugh, sadness and sorrow apparent in it.

"Anger came next…I was so mad…at you…D…Nasty…myself…but just as quickly as it came it was gone…I was bargaining…just like it was outline in that stupid handout Ms. Bluedorn gave us…and I was praying for the first time in the longest I can remember…more like pleading really…pleading with God to keep my life…see my family…for it not to end that way…but the most of all, that I would get to see you again Zoey…"

Chase pulled his head up a little, now resting his forehead on Zoey's as a brief pause in his story let him hear Zoey's soft sob against the darkness that was left from his eyes being tightly closed.

"Then…depression…the pain that wreaked havoc on my body nothing compared to the pain in my chest…heart…head. I remember thinking that I was never going to see you again…or any of our friends…my family…wishing I could tell you all how much you meant to me one last time before…well….just so you guys would know."

Chase sat upright, still holding onto Zoey's hands with his own as he looked at Zoey, hardly any distance separating both of their tear-streaked faces.

"But…I never accepted it Zoey…never hit the last stage…I refused…I don't know… maybe God knew it wasn't my time…maybe my stubbornness let me live…to refuse the dying as an even possible option."

Chase shook his head, the tears finally drying on his face, no longer being replaced by new ones. However, his voice still held great sadness. Zoey's crying softened as she continued to listen.

"Ummm…I just remember darkness…they say it was about ten seconds…sometimes it feels like it wasn't even that…sometimes it feels like it was years that went by…but ummm…the next thing I remember is pain flowing through my entire body…my surroundings reappearing. I don't think my body ever wanted oxygen that bad…I remember taking the biggest breath I ever had…and just as quickly the darkness came back."

Zoey's eyes froze along with her breathing, her chest puffing up as the thought of Chase dying, even though she know he didn't, tore her apart and shook her nerves to the core.

"I…ummm…woke up the middle of the next day…still a few machines attached to me…surprised to see both of my parents in the room."

Chase let out a sigh, shaking his head as shame, from making his parents almost have heart attacks, was back on his face.

"They were so scared Zoey…so mad…they didn't blame me…but they still didn't forgive me for weeks…but ummm…when I was in that hospital…recovering…they didn't scold me once…I don't know what I would have done without them."

A small smile managed to break through Zoey's face at how appreciative he was of his parents. Chase let out a sigh, dropping his eyes to the ground, before he continued, once again staring deeply into Zoey's eyes.

"They ummm…the ummm thing that shocks you when your heart stops…I think it's called a defribulator or something?"

Zoey nodded immediately, knowing what he meant, even though he had butchered the actual name of the device that saved his life.

"I guess I was actually dead…for like eleven seconds or so…ummm there was no guarantee that I was going to make it…I didn't become stable until the next morning…them working on me…giving me blood transfusions…everything…but ummm that was the only time I actually…"

Chase didn't continue, the words to painful as he signed, staring off into the now completely pitch black sky. Chase, still staring off, didn't know what to say, becoming unnerved by Zoey's silence. Finally, he said the only thing his brain could think clearly.

"I'm so…ashamed…of what I did."

Zoey had never seen Chase so sad, and quickly wrapped both of her hands around Chase's face, forcing him to look at her, as she closed the distance between their faces to a few inches.

"Chase Matthews, listen to me…that was the past…you can't hate yourself for something that happened that was completely out of your control."

Chase shook his head as Zoey dropped her hands from his face back to their position in his that were resting on his thigh.

"You know…I…I don't. I…forgave myself."

Chase managed an actual laugh, even though it was brief, as the depressing look fell slowly off his face.

"I…even a day or two ago…would have replied to that comment by saying that it was…that if I wasn't there…I didn't get involved in it…that D would still be alive right now…and Nasty wouldn't be in prison for the rest of his life…but ummm…"

Chase delved into more memories that he had never shared with anyone, explaining a piece of the last time he saw Nasty.

"I went back to London…a few weeks before school for a while…went to the prison that he was at and-"

Surprising Chase, Zoey cut him off, her face growing in shock as she started to fit together a few pieces of the puzzle together in her head.

"Oh my god, Chase…that 18 year old on the news…facing those murder charges…that was…Nasty…and the person that was involved who's name wasn't released because he was a minor was you!"

Chase shook his head, sadness once again showing on his face.

"Yeah…he did do what they said on the news…you know that…and the person they didn't name was me…but no one knows that he did that to save me…if…"

Chase let out another huge sigh, shaking his head from side to side with sadness on his face due to thinking about where Nasty was right now.

"If he done that…I'm not saying that if he didn't kill D…because that's beside the point…but if he didn't…stop D…I wouldn't be here right now…I owe him my life."

Zoey nodded, remembering back to the horrible things she thought in her head to herself when Chase had the group watch the news coverage on Nasty, not knowing who he was, and now realizing that Chase, and her, truly owed him more than they could ever repay.

"When I saw him…we got into a fight…kind of…if you can consider arguing over the phone while looking through glass at each other a fight."

Chase let a smirk cross his face for an instant, shaking his head as he looked down at Zoey and his legs, Zoey letting her exterior crack for a second as well. Quickly, Chase looked back up, seriousness reappearing on his face as his voice became somber and serious.

"But…he did tell me something…not that it was because of him that I was alive…that he was in there because he saved me like most people would…he ummm…he held no grudges…he really was a kind person…a good person…"

Chase shook his head, fighting back anger that Nasty would possibly never get a second chance on life, no matter how badly he deserved it.

"He ummm…told me that…I was his second chance…"

Zoey shook her head, overwhelmed with emotions and not sure what to say or what she should have said to Chase. Chase took the lead, realizing that she was too stunned by everything he had revealed to her to say anything.

"He told me that someday I could forgive him…just like he had forgiven himself…but first I had to forgive myself….before I could forgive anyone else."

Chase removed his hands from Zoey's grasp, gently wrapping them around Zoey's neck as he closed the distance between their faces a little more.

"I…I couldn't forgive myself…so I blamed everyone else…blamed you for…for one mistake that you made so long ago…I almost lost you."

Zoey immediately shook her head, her reaction time, body, and brain's ability to form words increasing because of Chase's words.

"No…you didn't Chase."

Chase gave Zoey a huge smile, finding it hard to believe how amazing Zoey was. Sure she had some flaws; she was occasionally blaming other people for her problems, just as he did, but that didn't come close to equaling the fact that she was an amazing friend and person, and was always there for people. He found just as much amazement in that everything that had happened she still held unconditional love for him; he didn't realize that she was thinking the same thing as he was.

"I'm was so stupid Zoey…I'm so sor-"

Before he could finish his apology, Zoey shook her head.

"Shhh….no! You refused to let me apologize for something that was more my fault than yours…than is no way I am going to let you apologize when I forgive you a thousand times over."

Chase's smile reappeared on his face, larger than before, as he shook his head in disbelief of how amazing Zoey was to him.

"You are amazing…I don't ever want to lose you again Zoey, ever."

Zoey shook her head as Chase had, smiling at Chase.

"You're back now…we won't ever lose each other."

Chase nodded, feeling the weight that his mind had held for months finally starting to lift. Neither one of them said the words, neither one of them had to say the words. Simply put, three words, no matter how powerful they were, weren't as powerful as their actions towards one another.

A shooting star in the sky caused a beautiful glare momentarily in the lake, that neither one of them saw, as they wrapped each other in a tight embrace. Chase Matthews had returned to PCA less than three months before, but the rest of Zoey's and his life together had already began.

A/N: Story is almost done, still not complete. I know this chapter didn't have a lot of drama, well it did, but it was stuff that had already happened in Chase's life. I hope I didn't disappoint anyone this chapter. I figured, since the whole Chase/Zoey situation was resolved the next most logical thing would to be resolve, actually reveal, Chase's past and possibly resolve the entire situation. Anyways, like always, please review, thank you for reading, and have a good day (or evening). Thanks, Trim59.

P.S. Just a warning, some of you may hate me for the next upcoming chapter. However, some of you may enjoy the ending, it makes the entire story better overall in my opinion.