AN: Hi guys!! I'm back...momentarily. Sorry for the enormous delay. COVID sucks... and we're short of staff, so this is absolutely crazy!

And now, back to what brought me here, I wouldn't have minded if the story had ended last chapter, I loved the result, but taking into consideration what you've said in your super nice reviews, I've decided to post one last chapter.

I'm not sure when or if I'm going to be able to write another story soon, but thank you anyway, for your patience and support.

Stay safe!

PS: Although this sadly doesn't get old, it's maybe going to feel quite out of time now, but it wasn't when I wrote it a while ago. And I still wanted to share those last couple of paragraphs that were meant for someone else. I kept them the same way I signed them. I think it fits Robert, and Andy and I both have the same first letter in our names, so… here they are.

By the way, they were originally written in my language, so I hope I didn't mess it too much.

"Hello?" Someone said, knocking on Andy's hospital room. "Can we come in?"

"Hi! Yeah...She's sleeping right now, but you can come in." Robert answered, with a sleepy voice.

"You must be the famous Mr. Sullivan. Nice to meet you." The guest realized and offered him a hand. "Yeah, I guess that's me. And you are…?" He wondered, politelly.

"I'm Elena. Elena Herrera. And this is my sister, Sandra."

"Oh, sure! Sorry I didn't recognize you." Robert said, shaking both women's hands. Although a little bit surprised by her visit, he was glad that at least, his mother-in-law was showing in Andy's life now. "How is she doing?" She worried. "She's better, it was a good scare, but she's expected to fully recover in a few weeks."

"That's great news!" Elena's relief was evident. No parent wants to lose a child, but, her fault or not, she most certainly didn't want to lose Andy right after she had gotten her back. "Would you mind if we stay for a bit?" Sandra asked, unsured. "Yeah, I think she'd like that. I'll go home to pick up a few things for her and I'll be back in an hour."

"Ok. We'll wait until you get here, so she's not alone." Elena offered. "That's great. Thank you." And with that, Sullivan left to give them some space in case Andy woke up. He had seen them from afar in Pruitt's funeral, so he wanted to think the three of them were finally on good terms.

It had been a long time since he hadn't been at home. Suddenly, painful memories of the last time he had been there came to his mind. "I don't want to see you again!" "This was all a mistake!" He shook his head as if that would make them go away, left out a sigh and stepped into their apartment. To his surprise, everything was exactly where it was when Andy moved in with him, perfectly organized. Also, the boxes with Pruitt's belongings were gone. The one thing that wasn't there when he left was a photo of their wedding day. It made him smile, as a bid dose of renovated hopes invaded him. His wife had printed and framed a picture of the two. That was a good sign, wasn't it?

Still with the smile on his face, he headed upstairs to what had been their bedroom, helping himself with one hand on the handrail and the other on his cane. He wasn't in pain, but he had skipped a few PT appointments due to his current situation with the department and he was recovering slowlier than he was expected to.

Once he arrived at his destination, he started to pack a bag with a few items that he thought his wife might be grateful to have with her - "wait! was she still his wife?". He hoped so. They still had a lot to figure out, but it was worth it. At least, it was worth it for him. But was it for her? Little he knew that he was about to find the answer to that question in his bedside table's drawer, when he opened it to retrieve his watch and a couple more things he had left behind weeks ago.

Robert.

His name could be read on the back of an envelope, and it was definitely Andy's writing. Still quite puzzled by the discovery, and a bit scared of what he could find in it, he turned the envelope around to get the letter inside.

May 26th, 2020

Dear Robert,

I don't even know where to start. I'm so sorry for not being the wife you deserved -if only he had been the husband she deserved, he thought.- all the more for telling you those horrible things that I promise I didn't mean. I'm so worried and I hope you're healing alright. I miss you so much that it hurts. I can't find the strength to get out of bed sometimes. I think about you every minute of every day, but this morning, I was watching the news and the ache got even worse. I want you to know that, despite the "ugly awful things", I won't change you for the world. You are perfect to me.

But you look like him, baby.

And that terrifies me, because I don't ever want you to be left out of breath. Air is as yours as anyone else's and I love how you use it. You whistle in the morning while you are making breakfast, you sing in the shower when you are happy (although I think you'd agree with me that you're not too good at it) and you make everything around you jiggle when you laugh. It's the warmest feeling ever. One that I never want to stop feeling.

And that's why, when your time comes to stop breathing (preferably in a long distant future) I want it to be peacefully, surrounded by love and, even if I'm long gone, with me beside you, holding your hand and whispering how much you mean to me. Because you do. You mean everything to me. You matter, and so did George.

Love you always,

A

THE END

#RIPGeorgeFloyd

#BLM