I personally don't like this ending, it's too sappy and cliched, and I'm a pessmist who likes sad ending, but if you want a happy ending (that in my opinion ruins the story) then I felt obligated to post this, having written it. If you think it's fine as it is, then;
DON'T READ THIS!
Summer was cleaning out Zack's room, for the first time since he'd died. She hadn't wanted to do it, but his family was dead, and there was no-one else. She found a little black notebook, and opened it, seeing Zack's familiar writing scrawled across the cover.
Keep out – Very Private!
Those words were an invitation to come in, and she had to know what was in there.
April 4th
I just had the worst day of my life. Ha. What life? I'm not going to have a life. I'm dying tomorrow. Tomorrow is my last day left to live. How have I lived my life? I've wasted it. Let me see – I dropped out of high school to try and make it with the band. That's when we first started having problems. A month after, we broke up. 17, just 17 and my life was over. I got stuck in some dead-end job, working in a record shop. Then some guy recognized how much I love music, and instead of working the tills, I got to do promos, stuff like that.
I was lucky, very lucky. But I knew that. And even though I knew that, I didn't really regret anything. I didn't regret losing touch with the band. Freddy? Probably dead right now, from liver poisoning. And his girlfriend Michelle – stereotypical groupie – probably off with some other guy. But I don't care. I only miss my guitar – and Summer.
Summer Anne Hathaway. I love her. I really do.
I need to tell her, just once, before I die. Just say those words.
"I love you, Summer." Because they're true. But I never will, I'll never get the words out. So I'll write them here, and hope... I don't know, hope that maybe she'll know someday. I love you, Summer.
Zack J. Mooneyham.
