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A/N: OMG, this is so sad! It's the last chapter! I'm practically crying over here. LOL I'm also happy, though, because this is the first multi-chapter story I've finished. It's a miracle! LOL

This chapter takes place approximately three months after the last one. Troy's been in therapy and is getting better. It's also a little shorter than my other chapters, because it's just a sort of wrapping-up chapter. It ties up Troy and Gabriella and the whole amnesia thing.

Enjoy!

Troy fell heavily onto his bed, sighing loudly. He had just gotten back from physical therapy and was exhausted. He adjusted the sling on his arm, sitting up and leaning against his pillow.

"Troy! Dinner!" His mom's voice floated into his room through the open door, calling him back downstairs.

"Coming," he called back, groaning as he stood up slowly. He started toward the door, his right foot dragging slightly. The physical therapy had helped greatly, and his limp was almost unnoticeable, as was the stutter. As he left his room, his eyes alit on a recent picture of him and Gabriella, which had been taken just two weeks previous. They were sitting together at a concert, Chad and Taylor behind them.

Troy smiled to himself, continuing to walk out to the hall.

"Troy!" his mom called again, her voice agitated.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Troy called back, taking the rest of the stairs two at a time and practically skidding to the dinner table.

"Slow down," Jack warned, putting a hand out to keep his son from sliding headlong into the table. "You're going to hurt your arm."

"My arm's fine, Dad," Troy replied, taking his seat in between his parents.

Kellie brought a large bowl of spaghetti to the table, setting it in the middle, next to a basket of sliced bread.

"Looks good, mom," Troy said, leaning in to take a few pieces of bread.

"Take it easy," Jack joked, putting spaghetti into bowls.

"Hungry," Troy grunted, his mouth full of bread.

"We can see that," Kellie laughed, taking her own piece of bread and buttering it.

"Sorry," Troy muttered, reaching for spaghetti and twirling it onto his fork.

"How was therapy?" Jack asked, eating his own pasta slowly.

Troy shrugged. "Same."'

"What did Dr. Andrews say?"

Another shrug. Jack looked at Kellie.

"His limp is almost gone, and so is the stutter. But she's a little worried that he doesn't remember anything apart from the flashes he keeps getting."

"Is something wrong?"

Troy kept eating, watching his parents' conversation as if it were a tennis match.

"No, she just thinks it's taking a little too long."

"Oh."

Suddenly Troy put his fork down, letting it clink loudly against his bowl.

"I'm right here, you know," he said, looking first at his mother, than his father.

"Troy, I'm sorry," his mother apologized.

"It's okay, I just don't like how you guys always talk about me like I'm about to break."

"Troy, honey, we're just worried."

"I'm fine, mom. Dr. Andrews said I'm getting better, you heard her."

"I know, sweetie, but we just-"

"I'm fine."

The phone rang, interrupting the conversation. Troy jumped up, grateful for the diversion.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Troy, it's Gabi."

"Hey."

"How was your session today?"

"Okay. Nothing new."

"Do you remember-"

Troy sighed. "No. Not yet."

"Oh." Gabriella's voice sounded quiet and far away.

"I'm sorry."

"No, Troy, it's okay."

There was a pause, during which Troy began to twist the phone cord in his hands.

"I love you," Gabriella whispered, hoping for a response.

Troy sighed again, closing her eyes. This had become their daily ritual. Each day Gabriella would call and tell him she loved him, hoping for a response in kind. Each day Troy would reply with a sigh, unable to profess his love without knowing for sure if it was true.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again, knowing he was breaking her heart.

"Okay. Talk to you tomorrow," Gabriella whispered back, hanging up the phone sadly.

Troy did the same, walking back to the table. As he sat, his eyes sought the picture from the musical attached by magnet to the fridge.

Gabriella sat at her desk in her room, writing in her journal. She had started to keep one soon after Troy had woken up. The rain outside pounded furiously on her windows, creating an almost soothing rhythm that matched her despair. She finished the entry for the day, then closed the book, standing up and stretching. She reached to shut off her desk lamp when she heard a noise outside.

Curious, she walked to the glass door to the balcony, looking out. Troy was standing below the balcony, his hair and clothes completely drenched.

"Open the door, Gabriella!" he called, wrapping his good arm around his shivering torso to keep warm.

Gabriella threw open the door, running outside, barely aware of the rain.

"Troy! What are you doing?" she cried. "Are you crazy?"

Troy shook his head, calling up to her. "Gabriella, I don't remember our time together before the accident, and I may never. But it doesn't matter, because-" he paused, looking up into her eyes. "Because I love you!"

"What?"

"I love you, Gabriella, I know it. I feel it."

"I love you, too, Troy! Now get your crazy butt up on this balcony!" she cried, feeling tears of joy mixing with the rain that slid down her cheeks. She helped him pull himself up, pulling him into her room. She wrapped a blanket around his shoulders, brushing a soaked lock of hair from his eyes.

"You're shivering," she observed needlessly, placing her hands along his cheeks, looking into his face as she cried happily.

Troy smiled, his teeth chattering. "I love you."

"That was a stupid thing to do," Gabriella chastised, wrapping him in her arms.

Troy's only reply was "I love you."

"You're going to catch cold, your arm's-"

Troy cut her off, gently kissing her.

"I love you."

Gabriella pulled away, surprised. Then she smiled.

"I love you, too," she whispered, pulling him into another kiss, the water dripping from their clothes falling onto the floor.

A/N: The END! That was one of my favorite scenes in any story I've ever written, because it's just so darn cute :D

Well guys, it's been fun. I'm really proud of this story, which is rare because I usually am overly critical of my writing. But I feel like this was one of my best pieces, and I liked the way it turned out. I'm also glad that it was so well received. I'm gonna miss you all!

P.S.-Look for my next story, "Only Hope," this weekend. Probably Sunday, but maybe Saturday.

For your reading pleasure I've included a sort of trailer-type-thing for "Only Hope" under Chapter 12. Please read it and tell me what you guys think.