Here is the sixth part to the series of epilogues. This will be from Gilbert's POV. Enjoy! Note: the last two epilogues take place before Serge and Gilbert die.

Twelve years later...

Epilogue: Serge

I coughed louder and louder, practically spitting up blood as I do. Gilbert is holding a small bucket under me as I vomit inside. He laid a hand on my cold-sweated forehead, a fever burning him as it is doing to me. My angel was scared for me; I could see it in his beautiful emerald eyes.

"Let me go get your medicine, Serge," he told me. "I promise that I will not let you go." Touching words, but I gripped his arm, preventing him from leaving. He removed my hand from his and took the medicine out of the cabinet. He gulped, choking down tears. "Please don't make me hurt you, just so I can help you!"

He's been like this since last year, when I was diagnosed with tuberculosis. The same disease that took my parents. I have learned that dying would ease my pain, but Gilbert is determined to keep me alive. But tonight I have made my choice. When Gilbert came back with my medicine, I smacked it from his hands. Luckily for him, nothing spilled since the bottle wasn't open.

"I told you that I can't live like this," I told him. "Just let me die and move on." More tears dripped onto the floor.

"But Serge," he said, "I don't want to be alone again. Without you, I'll be forced to go back to my old routine again." He looked at me, crying harder as he kneeled at the foot of our bed. "Don't talk to me like this. I don't want you to die and leave me."

"Then leave with me," I said. His head went up, confused. "I said I want you to die with me," I repeated my request. "You don't have to be alone. We can die together so we won't grow apart. Would that suffice?" Gilbert wiped up his remaining tears and nodded. He opened the cabinet again and took out some bags. A few years ago, Gilbert nearly died from a drug overdose until I convinced him to quit.

He took as many hard drugs as he could. Heroin, tobacco, cocaine, methadone, as many drugs that he saved from long ago. Then he took out a needle, handing me one as well. We stuck the needles filled with morphine into our arms to ease our pain. Suddenly Gilbert took out a sharp knife and made many cuts in his wrists. I didn't expect him to go this far.

Gilbert's eyes bulged and dizzily strode towards my bed. Coughing, he wrapped his arms around me. "I can feel myself dying," he whispered. "Wake me up in Heaven." Before our living souls were taken by Death, we had a long passionate kiss one last time. He laid one hand on my chest and the other around me neck, his head on my chest too. I put a hand on his back and kissed his forehead.

"I love you, Gilbert," I told him.

"I love you too, Serge," he replied. "I'll see you soon."

And we fell into a deep sleep, not feeling our physical beings die as we ascended into Heaven.