AN: Okay so I wasn't planning on writing anything after the finale but I needed something to cope with... I honestly do not know how I will function in school tomorrow (today). I highly doubt I will be getting much sleep... Anyway, this fanfic has spoilers, so if you have not either watched or played episode five, then I suggest you do so before you start reading. This story actually is based off the Chloe sacrifice ending, so if you haven't seen that one, I also recommend reading this later. Hope you enjoy this drabble. :)

PS: It starts off a little depressing but bear with me.

My body is rotting. You can't even count the number of dark spots and wrinkles that appear on my skin. And as I continue to lay here as my I feel constant pain all very my body. Even if I just move an inch, I feel as if a giant boulder is crushing me or thousands of sharp needles stabbing my skin. Oh god… the syringes... It even hurts to breathe.

I want to die.

I want this pain and suffering to end.

I wanted to see her again.

The doctors say I probably won't live much longer. My heartbeat is irregular, my respiratory is failing, and getting stroke at this age only makes things worse. I suppose I could pass on any day now. But of course I'm not scared at all, this is what I want, for this nightmare to end.

It's only been four days since I've been in the hospital, yet it's felt like years. Even to to this day, they still frighten me,

I felt myself getting weary, so I placed my book back on the little nightstand and slowly closed my eyes. And quickly fell asleep.

The next thing I knew I was in a room, surrounded by white. I felt the hairs on my neck stand up as I thought of the possibility of being in the dark room again. Without my powers. But there was no sign of Mr. Jefferson, or any of his camera's or fucked up "equipment." There was nothing or no one here, but I called out anyway.

"Hello! Is anyone there!" My voice sounded much different, much younger. I looked down at the clothes I was wearing. I had my old "Jane Doe" shirt on, along with my grey jacket, blue jeans, and shoes. I even had my shoulder bag. I then looked at my hands, I didn't see a single wrinkle or dark spot. Same as the rest of my skin as I felt all over my face.

I was in my eighteen year old self again.

Was this for real?

"Max?" I heard a young woman's voice call out in a soft whisper. I saw a girl dressed as a punk with blue hair.

It was her. It was Chloe.

"Max!" She rushes towards me and pulls me into a tight hug. I wanted to hug her back. But I was in so much shock. I could not believe this was happening.

"I… I missed you so much," she breathed. I gave her a dumbfounded expression. I wanted to tell her how much I missed her too… How much I loved her… But the words just wouldn't come out.

"Hey", she said with a warm smile, softly cupping my cheeks. "You haven't forgotten me, have you?" Her tone quickly went from pleasant, to worried.

"N-no of course not," I managed to choke out. "I never could Chloe… Actually, I'm surprised you still remember me, after… what I did."

"I… didn't remember anything at first. But soon after, I started to regain all of my memories," Chloe explained.

"Either way I'm just… so happy to see you again," I whispered. Chloe once again cupped my cheeks, placing a tender kiss on my lips. It was sudden but we both needed this.

The kiss was sweet and romantic, just like the one we shared during the storm. Damn, I almost forgot how soft her lips were. Our lips lingered for a second as Chloe placed her forehead against mine. I closed my eyes, savoring the touch.

"Now we can be together again forever now. Without anything, or anyone getting our way," Chloe cooed.

"God I missed you," I breathed. A hiccup escaped from Chloe's mouth. I opened my eyes and saw tears rolling down her cheeks. I could taste her tears on my lips as I kissed them away. Chloe took my hand as her arm whipped the remaining tears from her eyes. I gave her a warm smile, which she gladly returned. She gently pulled me in a random direction of the white area, taking me to the place in which she came from.

There are so many things I want to talk with her about. And now we have all the time in the world.

I know that Chloe probably doesn't have any memories of Max prior to five years ago. But maybe (hopefully) she regains those other memories back? o.o I don't even know if that's possible, but I don't really care right now. :1