The final chapter, we've finally gotten here. I wasn't going to do a sequel, but as I wrote this, I figured it deserved one. But hey, tell me if you absolutely see the need for a sequel, or if you think a sequel might ruin the story. So, read, then review. You know the drill.

All eyes were on the couple, and Kirsten Cohen felt herself wanting to die. She felt like no one could ever understand the way she felt. She had lost a son, and no one could replace him. Her own flesh and blood. How could he be gone at such a young age?

Summer Roberts locked eyes with Kirsten Cohen. Inside the ice blue eyes, she saw a fit of tears about to fall. And in the deep and broken brown eyes, a scarred memory with seared pain protruded into an unfading midnight.

Julie Cooper hugged her close friend, and led her to the bedroom. She had been there hours before, before all of this occurred.

"Summer," Sanford Cohen called out to the grief stricken girl. She stood with precaution and walked over to his father.

"Yeah?" her voice cracked, and waited for an answer.

"I know it might be hard, but could you possibly, go get, um, his plastic horse? I think Kirsten needs it," he was careful not to say his name. The only person close to him that said it still was Marissa Cooper.

"Sure," Summer Roberts said with hesitation and uncertainty. Sanford Cohen left her to go into his room.

She had never wanted so much to run. Four days ago he was alive, and they were talking and laughing. And she would have to go in that room where she spent so many days.

Marissa Cooper didn't follow Summer Roberts. Her friend had to do this alone.

They all watched as she stepped up the never-ending staircase. Her legs were those of jello. Her hands shook as she grasped the banister. Her eyes were downward so that she didn't see where she was going. Tears fell from her bowed head and didn't stain her porcelain face.

Anna Stern walked over to the now standing Marissa Cooper. At first neither said a word, they just stared at Summer Roberts.

"Maybe you should go after her," Anna Stern stated. She got the call from Sanford Cohen two days ago. She skipped school to pay her respects the a fallen friend she loved.

"I know I should, but I can't. Not yet," Marissa Cooper was afraid of what was up those stairs.

Summer Roberts had gotten halfway up the stairs, and she didn't know if she could make it all the way.

One foot followed the other, and with caution, she slowly made it up. She was so nervous about going into his room. It was like going back in time, but pieces were missing. He was missing.

Frail fingers touched a bronze knob. It was cold, like no warmth had come near this part of the house in too long.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Summer Roberts' boyfriend popped his head out of the bathroom to see her standing at the door with a bag in hand.

"I was gonna surprise you," she complained and walked in, setting the bag on his bed.

"What is that?" he exited the bathroom and went over to his girlfriend.

"Well, since your mom is in rehab and your granddad just died, I figured Princess Sparkles is probably going to be staying longer than I thought. So I packed some things for her," Summer Roberts explained as he riffled through the bag.

"A Barbie hairbrush?" he pulled out the brush and looked at her before laying it down on the bed that he was already sitting on.

"Hey, just because she's a plastic horse doesn't mean she doesn't have beauty needs," she joked and pulled out another item.

"A nightgown? Summer, I don't think Princess Sparkles is gonna fit in this," her boyfriend exclaimed.

"Well, I also thought that since Captain Oats is going to have some company, you could use some too," she neared him. "How does that sound?"

Summer Roberts kissed her boyfriend passionately.

"Yeah, that sounds nice," they continued to kiss, and then laid on his bed. "Thank you, for helping me through this."

"I'm always gonna be here for you," Summer Roberts told her boyfriend.

"Well, I'll always be here for you. No matter what. I'm never gonna leave you. I love you," he stared up to her eyes, and she into his. His deep brown eyes were filled with fear, but also truth.

"Same here," she whispered and kissed him again.

Summer Roberts sighed. She missed those times. She missed him not being a liar. Because he had lied. He wasn't here anymore, and she was alone.

Her hand turned the knob and light pressure was put to the door. It swung easily, and she felt herself falling back in time. So many times had she stood here. So many times had she opened the door and bounded in. And too many times had this room been empty.

An odd sensation came to her as she took that first step in. It was the first time she was in this room since it happened. Nothing looked changed, but everything had. The room was ownerless.

Everything was his. It reeked of him. She wanted to run so badly. It was all his. And he was gone.

Sooner or later, his parents would have to get rid of his things. It was part of moving on. But she doubted they would. He was their son, his memory had to be preserved.

But then, she began to think, at one point, they'd all have to move on. How could she? He was the one. How could she leave him behind?

Before she knew it, she was four steps in. It was so strange walking in a dead person's room. It was frozen in time, back to a time when all was well, and he was still alive.

The bed started to come into view like it always did. Usually he was lying on it, and she'd surprise him. That was where he went to disappear, but they all knew he was easy to find. But now, it was a little more difficult.

Captain Oats stood sad and lonely on the night stand beside his owner's bed. That horse helped him through so many things. Captain Oats got his owner through the years of loneliness, the moments of depression. The times when the world gave up on him. Captain Oats was always there. He was his owner's rock.

Summer Roberts let tears fall as she looked upon the lonely horse. Her lover had left so many things behind, so many words unsaid. No one knew how important he was until he was gone.

She didn't know why, but she fell onto his bed. Gracefully, she sat there, trying to find the courage she so desperately needed. But it was so difficult.

Her eyes lingered on Captain Oats for a while, until finally she noticed something hidden behind a frame. It was just lying behind a picture of them, and her hand went out to grab it.

A note. All in his handwriting. And it was to her.

Summer,

I'm sorry. I never meant to leave like I did. It wasn't my choice, I swear. I wish I could be with you, and not let you suffer, but I can't. I can't come back. I know you probably hate me, but I didn't want any of this to happen. I am always going to be there for you, even if not in person. Please tell everyone that I'm sorry. I didn't want to leave any of you. Make sure my mom doesn't drink, and my dad doesn't fall apart. I'll find some way to tell them all goodbye. This is the hardest thing to do, but please. You have to know I'm sorry. I know this isn't right but I could leave you all like I did. I want to make sure you're safe. I can't stop feeling guilty, seeing how much I've destroyed you. It's unfair that all of this happened, and I don't know why it did. But you have to know this: I love you, and I will always love you. I wish I could have married you, and had kids with you, grown old with you, but I suppose that wasn't meant to happen. I know this is hard, but sooner or later, it will get easier. I promise. I will always be with you. Make sure everyone is alright, because I'll hate myself more if the others aren't. But I'll feel the worst if you aren't. I hate to do this, but goodbye. Tell everyone I miss them and that I love them.

But Summer, never forget that I love you. Because I do and I always will.

Seth

Tears poured down her broken face, and her hands shook. This was his goodbye. It couldn't be possible, but yet it was. He had done it.

"I love you too Seth," she cried out to no one. "I love you so much," she felt herself breaking apart, and she didn't know what to do. "I will always love you and nothing will ever change that."

A mockingbird sat outside the window, and began to hum a tune of their first dance. The time Seth Cohen swept Summer Roberts off her feet.

She smiled through glittering tears, the first smile in four days, four years. The memories of a better time filled her brain. So much had changed since then, yet none at all.

She understood she had to leave the room eventually. But something about the room made her feel okay. Time had stopped here, and he was alive. That's all she wanted.

She didn't flinch when someone knocked on the door, she didn't even move. The note was held tightly in her hand. Slowly she began to fold it up.

Marissa Cooper appeared in the doorway, not daring to do in. There were too many memories.

Summer Roberts attempted to get up, but slipped. She saw a notebook again hidden under the bed. She pulled it out, and took a pen. She wrote words and laid it on the bed.

She then pulled herself up, taking his plastic horse along with her. She slipped out of the room, one last time, and shut the door.

The letter she left would be gone by the next day. No one would know where it went, or even that it existed. Only twelve words were on the paper, ones she said lately, but he couldn't keep them. Now, he could.

"I miss you, but I love you more than words can express."

FIN

Well, there's the end. Please read and review, I've got two other stories getting ready to be updated this week(Shaking Skeletons and A Cold Wind) so be prepared. I hope you enjoyed, and please review and tell me your thoughts.