A/N: LAST CHAPTER! It makes me sad to see it go, but I'm excited to get to work on a new fanfic, and concentrate more on A Certain Slant of Light. Thankyou for the reviews, I can honestly say this has been my favorite fanfic to work with, and that you guys were brilliant. Add me to your author alerts so you can see when I post my next fanfic! It's going to be an Instant Star one, so hopefully you'll all like it. It's not ready yet, still in the prepping process, but I hope it'll be good. Anyway, thanks a million, and I hope you enjoyed Asylum.
And then, what I had been waiting for happened.
You came out. You actually came to me. And I was stunned.
I didn't know what to say, because you looked so much like yourself. And you were acting out of your heart, just like yourself. Yet I knew that you weren't yourself anymore, somehow.
And there was truly beauty in that. Don't ask me how. I wasn't high, I know that. I had been clean for about a month now. But it was just this amazing feeling.
It had to have been the strongest emotion I've ever felt in my entire life. It was indescribable, so I won't even try to describe it to you.
I walked inside with you, and we talked. Which was good. I had needed to talk to you, and it came kind of easier than I thought it would. I thought I would have stuttered a lot and stumbled over my words, but something about you made the truth just spill out.
Then after we talked, they let you into the recreation room with me, which you had never been in. We both looked around and you said this was the best thing that had happened to you for the entire time you'd been here.
I smiled at that. There was a piano in the corner, and you sat down at it, smiling brilliantly like you used to whenever music was with you.
It must have been the first time in over a year that you had sat down and played some instrument, because I had never seen you so happy.
Your fingers delicately touched the keys, and it made me kind of sad that you weren't yourself anymore, not really. You were still the same old Jude, but you were changed. You were bound now under all the stuff they had told you. You weren't spontaneous and wild and carefree like you used to be. Now you were watching every move you made and making sure it was okay.
The first note you played on that piano was middle C, which you had told me years ago was your favorite because it was right in the middle.
And even though you had changed, that one note made me happier than I had ever imagined, because I could swear I saw a glimmer of the old Jude in your eyes as the sound of the music rebounded in the room.