I stared at Melissa, and she stared back at me. She smiled, and sat next to my bed. I felt more tears coming. Melissa was wearing a black blouse, and light gray jeans. She was wearing only mascara, and a light peach colored lipstick. She turned to face me.

"Spencer… I wanted to tell you… I'm sorry. For everything. I shouldn't have ever been so mean to you"-

"Stop, Melissa. It's not like you killed Toby" I whimpered. She touched my shoulder, and I let her.

"I never really liked Toby… but I could tell he loved you. That's all that matters…"

"But…he's…" I cried. Melissa hugged me. It felt better to have an actual family member hug me, it felt more comforting, more warm. I clung to Melissa, and she whispered in my ear,

"It will be alright..." But how could that be true? How, when the worst thing has happened? I had run out of tears, so there were just ripping sobs coming from my chest.

Melissa had left a few minutes later, and she just told me that I could move into Toby's loft. Alone. Of course. Well, not completely…

When Melissa was finally gone, I had found my phone on a small desk table next to my bed. I unlocked my IPhone, and went to my messages. I tapped in the name Toby. I looked at our texts. The last ones… I cried when I saw him say, 'I love you' and I could almost hear his voice say it to me.

My hand was shaking, and I held myself once more. I had to keep it together. I had to stay strong. For everyone's sake.

A few minutes later, Wren came into my room. I almost snapped.

"Hey…" Wren tried to say nicely. I frowned, and looked away. He had fought Toby. He was my enemy.

"What do you want, Wren?!" I snapped. He froze, but then came sitting next to me. I leaned away.

"Look, Spencer, I know it's tough right now… But I need you to know, he wanted me to give you something… I think he knew he was going to…"
"Die" I finished him.

He looked at me, frowned, and then reached into his doctor coat/robe. He pulled out a small, silver, circle. It had a small, but beautiful, diamond incrusted into the center of it. A wedding ring, an engagement ring! He was going to propose to me!

I gasped, and took it from Wren's hand. I slid it, slowly, over my ring finger on my left hand. It fit perfectly. I cried. We would've been engaged. I sobbed, and Wren just looked away.

"We were going to get married?!" I sobbed. I knelt down crying into my hands, over my ring. Wren left, without glancing back.

"Oh, Toby…" I moaned.

"Why? Why, did you have to leave me here, in such a cruel world?" I cried. And I looked at the ring once more. On the inside of the ring, it said, 'Always, my goofball' I traced my finger over the saying, and brought it close to my chest. He had called me a goofball when we had played Scrabble.

I wish I could tell him how much I loved him, how much I needed him. But I knew this ring proved how much we loved each other. Even in the end. I decided I would move into Toby's loft, finish school, and then I would raise our child. I knew I had to name my child something that would help me remember Toby… It would be Toby if it was a boy… but that would be obvious. Maybe the middle name could be Toby… still too obvious. I thought of my name, Spencer, and his name, Toby, combined…Spoby.

"Spoby…" I muttered. That would be the baby's middle name, Spoby. It sounded right. I would figure out the first name later. But right now, I had to sleep.

In my dream. I was in Toby's truck. He wasn't in it, and when I tried to open the door, it stayed closed. I looked at through the window, and looked around. No Toby. But then I saw a figure, over near a tree. The eyes reflected the moonlight. Toby.

"Toby!" I screamed out to him. He stayed put, and was staring past me, to something else in the car. There was a small figure in the car. A child, probably. It had long brown hair, blue eyes, Toby's eyes. She was beautiful, even had Toby's cliff chin. She had my face, but Toby's eyes and mouth. Her body was small, slim, like mine. Her hair was tinted light blonde/brown, Toby's hair. The girl smiled at me. This was my kid.

"What's your name?" I asked the little girl.

She smiled and replied,

"Rider" The name ringed in my ears. That name would soot a boy or a girl. Rider, like Toby when he rode his motorcycle. It was perfect. Rider asked,

"Where's daddy, Mom?" She called me Mom. I gasped, and realized, she hadn't noticed her father was dead.

"Rider… daddy's dead" I cried softly. Rider laughed, and pointed out the window, yelling,

"No he's not, Mommy, he's right there!" And she pointed to Toby, standing behind the tree. Then, she got up, and walked right through the car door, and clamped Toby's hand.

"Rider, come back!" I screamed, but she just laughed, my laugh, and began walking off with Toby, and Toby smiled at me, and began walking away as well. I tried to break out of the car, but it was locked. I shoved my elbow against the window, but it didn't crack even a little bit.

"NO!" I screamed. And they disappeared around a hill. Me and Toby's hill. They drifted off together, leaving me alone. Trapped.