A/N: Hey a guys. I just wanted to let you all know that I will be editing some of the earlier chapters, as there are things I'd like to change, so things might be slowing down a bit in the update department. And hopefully this chapter isn't too short for you guys. That's all I have to say, so I hope you guys enjoy the 29th chapter of HMNI!

Humphrey's POV

We had been asked to wait in the waiting room while they took Liam off of his life-support. The doctor hadn't exactly told us why; all she did was say she needed some space. The waiting room had become very familiar to us by now, having entered and exited multiple times and having had to sit in it a few times now.

As I sat in the waiting room chair, Kate and Lilly had continued the activities they were doing before we were asked to leave. Kate had sat next to me and she seemed very invested in the book she was reading, but I was far too tired to be bothered to read the cover of the book, so the title remained unknown. Eve, Winston, and my parents had continued their 'catch-up' chatting, seeming unbothered with having to wait for the time to pass.

Charlotte and I sat next to each other again, just staring into space as we waited. However, I was dragged out of my daydream as I felt a weight fall on my shoulder, looking to my left to see Kate had shut her book, and she had dozed off onto my shoulder. I was surprised by her doing this, and it made me a bit nervous. I felt the need to wake her up, but I didn't want to disturb her either. 'She looks so peaceful… so beautiful…' I thought to myself, causing my nervous thoughts to be silenced. I felt a sense of calmness as her head leaned on my shoulder, removing any anxiety I was feeling. I felt a slight tap on my hand, looking down to see her trying to intertwine her hand into mine, which I accepted. I gripped onto her hand, feeling my thoughts slip away from me as I grew evermore tired. I felt my neck grow weak, causing me to lean my head onto hers. I dropped my eyelids shut, drifting off to sleep almost instantaneously.

I was abruptly woken up by a muffled voice and a shake from my right side, realising someone was trying to wake me up.

"Good afternoon, sleepy heads," The doctor said jokingly. I realised who it was directed to as she looked at Kate and I as we were huddled together. I raised my head off of Kate's and I felt her weight come off my shoulder. I went to release my hand until I felt her grip tighter, telling me to stay.

"Now that you all are awake and here," She said, flipping through her clipboard.

"Your friend is alive and off life-support."

Liam's POV

Vivian and I walked in silence as we ventured further and further into the endless halls of my mind. The light surrounding us started fading away, seeming as if night had fallen. I looked across to Vivian, her eyes were directed at the ground and were refusing to look around us. It almost seemed like she didn't want to see my memories, at which point I realised we were walking through our memories.

We continued walking down this seemingly never-ending hallway of memories, but something felt wrong. It felt as though the trek was getting longer with the less we spoke, and even though there were only so many memories I could walk through before I ran out, it almost felt as if words had to be exchanged or I would never leave.

"So…" I said, trying to think of something to say, "How did you end up here?"

"Well, I chose to be here," She said, her eyes still locked down.

"How does that work?" I asked, a bit confused at her answer.

"Well I can go to different people's memories as much as I please," She said, sinking her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, "But how much I can see depends on how much I knew the person. So, for someone like you everything is pretty vivid."

"I guess that makes some sense," I lied, still confused about it. Another silence fell between us as we continued walking. I felt the need to continue talking, but I was relieved of my need when she spoke up.

"You know, your memories are the most clear out of everyone I've seen," She said timidly, "Even Heather's memories aren't as vivid as yours."

"Heather never liked me," I said with a chuckle, "I remember when she called me too clingy." As soon as the words escaped my mouth, the memory popped right in front of us like it were being played on a small television screen. It startled me, however, Vivian didn't seem fazed by it at all.

"Yeah try not to say that too much, unless if you want that to happen," She said, giggling a little bit, "You were pretty clingy when we were together though," She finished, looking up to me with the smile I had fallen in love with so long ago.

"We were like thirteen. If you didn't expect clingy then I don't know what you're doing dating at thirteen," I said, gaining a laugh from her as she held her gaze with me. Our conversation fell into silence once again, and my anxious mind grew more thoughts of never leaving this place again. Our movement had ceased as I looked down at her, becoming invested in her eyes once again. One singular thought plagued my mind, repeating a single syllable over and over again.

'Why?'

'Why?'

'Why?'

"Why did you leave?" I asked, still staring into her eyes, and seeing her smile instantly fade away. She looked away from me and down to the floor again as I saw her trying to hold back tears.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't ask," She said with a sigh. I remained silent as she raised her head back up to meet my eyes. Her eyes glistened in the now present light above us, seeming as if the sun had risen once again.

"I didn't want to feel it anymore. I didn't want to feel the constant numbness I always felt," She said, the light fading away once again.

"Why did you never tell me something was wrong?" I asked. My mind was full of so many 'Why' questions that I probably wouldn't be able to ask even half of them.

"I don't know," She said bluntly, "I just never thought it would get to that."

"I would've been there for you, no matter what," I said, "Did you not trust me?"

"Of course I trusted you," She replied, "But I guess I just never wanted to bother you with it. Along with the fact I never even understood what I was feeling myself."

"I was always worried about you, ya know," I said, seeing the lighting jump back into view again.

"I always felt really lonely before it happened. Like, nobody wanted me around. I always thought nobody would've wanted to help," She said. I was done holding in everything at that stage, which caused me to blurt out something I never thought I'd get the opportunity to say.

"I wanted you back."