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Joel? Having POV? I couldn't resist! ;)

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4 years later..

I can't do this anymore. I don't even know whether I should leave or if I should stay. What'll happen if I leave? And what'll happen if I stay? Ellie will probably be growing up on her own without us keeping an eye on her; I can't trust Marlene to do it, so who will? I'm not just going to back out of promise to Anna. Promises need to be kept, and I intend to keep mine. Ellie's already a toddler now, I wonder who's taking care of her right now.

I'll have to discuss this later on today with Logan, he might be able to help. After all, it was Logan that came up with this decision. He suggested we leave Boston for good so that we don't have to put up with seeing the deaths of more loved ones before our eyes. But with us doing that, what'll happen if either one of us dies? We'll both end up widowing the other, one way or another. Moving to Jackson would help, I guess, since we both know Uncle Tommy is bound to be there. If he isn't.. Well. It's worth the risk, I suppose.

I continue to stare at the ceiling, with my head back on my nasty smelling pillow, shutting everything out.

Logan's voice tries to pull me out of my void of depression and lost dreams. "Melanie. Come on. Say something. Anything. I can't continue living like this, with you staring off into space and me trying to talk to you. I need to know you're here. I'm here for you." A gentle squeeze of my hand is enough for me to turn my head to face Logan.

"I'm here, but my head's off in space. I've told you already, I can't feel anything anymore. I've shut myself down, Logan. I don't even know what I'm feeling anymore. I can't tell if I'm hungry or thirsty. I can't tell if I'm tired or upset. Nothing makes sense to me anymore."

I see tears welling up in Logan's eyes; he doesn't cry. In all my years, I've never seen a boy cry. Well, in Logan's case, a man. Dad's the only one I've seen crying, and that happened only right after Sarah's death. I'm not technically dead, but I suppose I look dead from the way I'm behaving. I seem a lot like Dad now, really. Thing is, I don't mean to be. My love for Anna is the reason for why my behavior's become like this. My love for my friends and family is definitely a weakness of mine that I've let take over my body and mind too many times in my life. I guess that's why Dad started acting like a lifeless walking corpse after Sarah died.

"We might as well move to Jackson."

I look away from Logan and continue to stare at the ceiling again. "We can't just go without telling Dad."

"Wha..?"

I roll over on my side and place my right hand underneath my ear. "My dad's here. In Boston. I ran into him when I met Tess."

"And you were planning on telling me this when exactly?" I can practically hear his voice slowly rising, its tone annoyed and unpleasant.

I try to formulate a legitimate excuse for my actions, but I come up with a fairly weak one in mind. "You're being a dick. We were busy, you know."

I get both a reply and a scoff from him, "You could've told me earlier. It's been 4 years, and you've said nothing."

Talking to Logan is using up so much of my remaining energy, it's not even funny. "AUGH. You're so fucking exhausting. Just leave me alone to die."

"I'm not gonna let you do that. I'll fucking drag you to Jackson if I have to, just to get you to stop talking and thinking like that. Mel. I'm here for you. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"Until you convince me."

"Then I'll stand by you and wait." I turn my head towards him, but keep my back in the same direction. Logan cups my face with his left hand, stroking my cheek. "I love you. I'd never leave you unless you begged me to. Unless you give me a proper reason, a real legit reason, I'll stand by you and stay. I don't care how long it takes. I care about you. I choose you over everyone else. You're the only girl I've really learned to love. "

I immediately turn away, causing Logan's hand to slip away from my face, and refuse to look at him. "Just. Fucking. Leave. Me. ALONE."

"Melanie, please. Just, stop." Logan's voice cracks at that. "That's enough. I know. You've lost your sister. Tommy left you. Anna's dead. I get it. I'll-"

"NO. You don't get it. You didn't lose any of your sisters on the night of your dad's birthday. You didn't watch her die of a bullet wound in the gut. You didn't watch your own father suffer from grief after your sister's death. And you most certainly did not hit your dad in the ribs with a fucking baseball bat, and then leave him for dead." After I finish, a long silence is left to hang in the air. Logan squeezes my hand one last time before he leaves the apartment. As soon as I hear the door close behind him, the tears start falling.

LOGAN'S POV

This feeling isn't new. I slide down onto the floor and slump against the apartment door, resting the back of my head against it.

Mel's become an almost hopeless cause. I feel like I can't help her anymore. She won't listen to me, she won't talk. I don't know what to do with her anymore. Marlene's deserted us, Anna's dead. I'm close to giving up on her now, but I won't. Luckily, I took Mel's beanie and pocketknife out of her bag just before leaving the apartment. Looks like I'll have to take this matter into my own hands.

An hour later..

JOEL'S POV

I hear a repeated knocking on the door. A loud banging from fist to wood, to be precise. "Tess. D'you mind checking the door?"

Tess scoffs at me before saying, "Lazy ass." I follow her from right behind. "You ready?"

I nod in reply. On cue, she slams the door open to find a young man in his twenties, a little shorter than I am. The beanie on his head looks exactly like Melanie's beanie. I rush towards him and immediately pick him up, throwing him over my shoulder, and drop him on the floor behind me. "Augh! What the fu-?!" is all we hear from him before he gets knocked out unconscious.

We pant in silence just before Tess smirks at me, "Nicely done, Texas." I chuckle as I pick up his limp body. "Where's the rope?" I ask her.

"Usual place." And she calls me the lazy ass.

I roll my eyes at her as I drag the kid's limp body across the room to where my couch is. Plopping him on the seat, I make sure he's.. 'comfortable'. His head lulls back against the couch's head rest as soon as I seat him upright. "Jesus Christ, boy. Stay still!" I mutter aloud. "How ya doing, Joel?" Tess calls out to me.

"Oh, I'm fine. But this kid won't sit fucking still. I mean, look at him!" I say to her, pointing at him with my hand. His head continues to droop forward. The fact that he's wearing her beanie like it doesn't mean anything to him just makes me even more hateful towards him; but what if it isn't even hers? I can feel it in my gut. It has to be hers. It's been months since I saw her last, maybe this fucker killed her in the time that I haven't seen her.

I continue tying him up in the sofa, keeping in mind that he could've killed Melanie. Oh, I'm so gonna enjoy this.

LOGAN'S POV

I wake up to find myself tied up on a couch; my legs, my hands, too. I try to pull myself out of the couch, but my limbs remain firmly on it, unable to move. What the hell; was this guy in the Navy at one point? The back of my neck is killing me, and the last thing I remember before getting knocked out was that I got thrown over an old man's shoulder. Damn, he managed throw me over his shoulder despite my bulky physique? He's already impressed me. I wonder if he's Joel, Mel's dad. I haven't looked at him for long enough to confirm it.

"Hey! Let me out!" A lame attempt at a bargain, despite the fact that I was in the military at one point. I don't get a reply after I yell into the darkness.

"Hey, Tess." I hear a deep voice call out to my left, causing me to me immediately turn and look. "Look who's awake."

A woman, maybe a little younger than the old man, approaches me. Her angular face stands out, but she's got a pretty face as well as a slim figure. Almost as slim as Mel, really. She's the one who slammed the door open before I was knocked out. "Well hello, handsome." She purrs at me as she gets a tight grip of my left shoulder, pulling me forward. She releases after saying, "Have fun with him, Joel." The almost evil smirk she gives him is terrifying me. But wait, Joel?! He's Mel's dad?

"Will do, darlin'." 'Joel' comes over to me in just two strides, pulling a chair with him to sit in front of me. "So, would you like to ask me anything before I start beating the living shit out of you?" Yeah. He's Mel's dad, alright. They're just about as short tempered and blunt as the other. OH. He must've seen me wearing her beanie.

I take a deep breath and give him a relaxed smile. "Yes, actually. Thanks for asking. A few things I've got on my mind that I'd like to clarify. Does that sit alright with you?" I ask him, as calmly as I can. I keep my cool to make sure my voice doesn't end up shaking.

Joel just sits up in the chair, arms crossed, jaw clenching. "Well? Go on. Shoot."

"So, I caught your name was Joel? If it is, is your family name Miller? Have you got a daughter here in Boston at the mome-" I'm cut off as I feel the pain at the top of my head. Joel's pulled my head forward by my hair. "OW, OW, OW!" I yelp at him. His face is just centimeters away from mine. From my observation, I see that he's got wrinkles all over his face from old age. On his forehead, and his cheeks, even the little crinkles by his eyes. I notice a scar at the bridge of his nose, a small and pale but thick white line going right across, how'd he even get it, though?

The way he looks at me in the eyes is.. well, easiest way to put it, scary. It's as if he'd been waiting for years to have this 'talk' with me. "Well, you seemed pretty excited to be asking me your shitload of questions. How about you let me drive for now and I'll ask you the questions."

"Y-Yes, sir." Damn it, I'm stuttering.

"Okay, then." He finally releases my mahogany brown hair after I reply. "First of all, your name. What is it?" He's getting all up in my face now; all I want to do is just cower away in a corner.

"Logan Ross."

"Hmm." He's treating these questions as if I'm in some kind of pop quiz that I'll have to get full marks on. "Second, how did you find this place, 'Logan'?"

"You do realize how quickly information passes around here, right? If you ask the right people, you'll know where to look. So I did, and here I am. That was the case for Mel, too, in case you're wondering, old man." Oh noes. Why am I acting like a smartass!? Joel glares at me briefly in total loathing, almost as if he's going to punch my fa-

He does. The impact is raw, full and hard on my left cheek. I've felt plenty of punches in my life, but this one was by far the hardest and most painful.

Joel shakes his right hand several times, trying to get a feel if any blood's still flowing through it. "Alright, you're really starting to piss me off."

"Joel, take it easy on the kid." Tess tells him as she exits the room after getting bored of watching.

He ignores her and continues railing on me, "Third, how do you know my kid? No, ignore that. How do you know I even have a kid?"

I've been moving my hands around a lot for the past few minutes, looking for a loose knot in the tied rope. I finally find a loose spot and work with Melanie's pocket knife. "Her name's Melanie, Melanie Miller Ross. She's my wife." I wait for the words 'my' and 'wife' to sink into his dictionary.

"WIFE!?" Joel literally jumps from his chair, reaching with both hands to strangle me. Just as his hands manage to wrap around my neck, the rope finally gives way, letting me smack his hands away from me. I give him a hard punch on his jaw to get him away from me as he stumbles over; I also give him a knee to the gut for good measure, causing him to cough out blood. I've no idea why, but for some reason, I take satisfaction at that. Joel lands hard on his back the wooden floor, curling up as soon as he catches his breath.

Tess immediately returns in a flash and out of breath, "JOEL-!" Her voice gets caught in her throat when she realizes that I'd managed to escape.

I roll my shoulders as soon as I untie my the rope around my feet. I turn to her, trying to sound like a badass, "Did you really think it was going to be that easy?"

This obviously doesn't work since Tess gives Joel a look of disappointment as well as a cruel laugh gurgling from the hollow of her throat.

"Texas, did you seriously let this kid beat you? Damn, he hit you hard, even though it was just a fucking practice round." Her laugh turns into a guffaw, ending up with her tearing up and constantly slapping her thigh. She's obviously drunk. No sober person would laugh that hard or even react in way near that.

I raise an eyebrow at Joel who clutches his gut as he stands up, shrugging at me in response. This must be the norm for him, I suppose.

Joel gives me a simple nod, a nod of acknowledgement. I don't think he expected me to get up, or punch or knee him for that matter. "Last question for you, why'd you come here?"

Later..

MEL'S POV

Sleep helps relieve the pain. The pain of losing someone you love. The pain of feeling unappreciated and unwanted. It makes you feel like shit, and that's exactly how I feel. Crying helps, but you can only cry for so long. My sleep is only making things worse. I'm starting to see things. Hallucinations, mirages, memories, all jumbled up into one.. 'being', I guess.

I need to breathe.

I've stayed in the same exact position for the past.. Shit. I can't even keep track of how long I've been in this daze. This world of my own, this trance that I've been stuck in. Living in this world for eternity would help, except for the fact that I'm still alive, that I'm still stuck in the real world, this horrible void of reality.

The images I've been seeing were a mix of Sarah and Andy and our times together, Andy's possible future if he was still alive, Sarah's future, too.

My fault. It's all my fault. If I'd used my 9mm and shot her fucking murderer before he shot at us, she would still be alive right now. It's all on me. If I hadn't gone to the Coopers', I wouldn't have Andy's 'ghost' tormenting me in my sleep for killing him.

But wait. I didn't kill him. Technically speaking, I killed him in Runner form. He already technically died before he turned. I mean.. I give up. I'll just wait here for God to take my soul and send me to Hell for everything I've done. It'll only be in a matter of hours..

LOGAN'S POV

I hope we make it time. I hope we can stop Mel from being so depressed and stop her from thinking so negatively.

JOEL'S POV

Mel's in a grief induced daze now? Jesus Christ. According to 'her man', they got married.. What? 5 years ago? Okay, she chose to marry the man she loves, I get that, but don't they need the bride's father's permission for the man to marry the girl first? Oh well, I guess Tommy was the best available option. Tommy. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy. I'd love to see him. But I won't since he left for Jackson a while ago, according to Mel.

When we finally make it to their apartment door, I take a step back and stay there. Logan turns to look at me, scowling. "What're you doing?"

"What if she doesn't want to see me? I mean.. She won't even talk to you, so what makes you think that she'll listen to me?" I ask him, doubt glued to the back of my mind.

"Joel." When I look at him, I try to look as sad I can, to seem like a lost puppy and to gain pity. I assume it works because of the wince on Logan's face. "I don't know. We'll just have to risk it. If we don't, we'll never know."

"Fine."

Logan finally opens up the door to their apartment, leading me into it.

MEL'S POV

I hear the apartment door being opened, as well as Logan's voice calling out to me.

I release a tired sigh before muttering, "Go away." I managed to find an old blanket somewhere in one of the room's wardrobes, so I pull it up over my head to block out his presence.

His footsteps continue to approach me, getting louder and closer. "Mel..?" Wait. It's not.. Logan? The voice calling out is deep, but gruff and familiar. It's the same voice that I've been listening to for the first 17 years of my life. "It's me, it's Dad." It is. It is him.

I tug the blanket down to take a good look at him. Dad's not alone by the doorway, Logan's leaning against the door frame, both arms crossed over his chest, a serious look in his eyes.

"I'm here now, Mel. I just want to talk."

LOGAN'S POV

Seeing Mel's face after seeing her dad. Should you say I was relieved? Or upset? I can't tell the difference.

It's as if Joel relit the fire in Mel's cold and almost lifeless heart. Just by looking at her face, you can see the difference in how she carries herself.

Joel timidly walks towards a wasted Mel, the eye bags under her eyes completely obvious, her hair loose and messy from staying in bed for days on end. Frankly, I'm surprised she hasn't gotten any gastric since then.

"Daddy?" Mel calls him, uncertainly, a lost look in her eyes. She sits up on the bed, elbows propped up to help her sit upright. I guess she only calls him that when she's in a negative state. The tears in her eyes pool over and start to trickle down her cheeks, pretty soon she's bawling her eyes out. In between sobs, I hear her apologizing profusely for everything bad she'd done to him.

Joel goes over to her, sitting on the bed, immediately enveloping her in a comforting hug. I hear him reassuring her, "Honey, it's okay. It's okay. It's me. I'm here now, Mel."

I feel helpless just standing here by the doorway; it's almost painful for me to watch, seeing Mel break down the moment the man who raised her shows up. Seeing that she wouldn't even move from the bed when she was with just me.. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I guess I'm feeling.. jealous of Joel. Jealous of how close the two are to each other, jealous of their relationship, jealous of how Mel sees him.. Everything about Joel makes me envious..

Mel doesn't want me around now, does she..? I mean.. She's got Joel now. She doesn't need me. Haley and Tony never cared about me the way Mel does. They were fake friends. Mel was never a friend to me, she was the girl I fell for at first sight. The girl I'd wanted to love from the beginning. But now that she has her dad.. I'm gonna be all alone again, aren't I?

JOEL'S POV

It feels so good having Mel in my arms again. I haven't hugged her since before Sarah..

Melanie must have been carrying a lot of her regret, sorrow and misery with her all this time. To think that she'd end up in a grief induced daze like me and then break down right after seeing my face. She's been crushed, both emotionally and physically.

She's so much stronger than this, she really is.

The tears keep falling but the number of words coming out of her are starting to die down, she must've thought that Logan would never understand what she'd been through each time he tried to comfort her. Seeing how she reacted to just me coming into the room was already shocking enough for me..

Later..

Mel falls asleep on my lap, her head well rested, and her side profile facing me. She looks like a rag doll that had been tossed out by its owner long ago. I continue stroking the top of her head to comfort her as she sleeps. Eventually, I pick up one of her smelly pillows and place it underneath her head carefully, replacing my lap with that. I push away a stray lock of hair behind her ear and smile a little before whispering, "G'night, baby girl."

I shut the room door and plan to exit the apartment when Logan stops me, abrupt. "Where're you going?"

This question catches me off guard since I'm already well aware of where I'm supposed to go. "I-I'm headed back now." I say to him gruffly. Pointing in the direction of the apartment door, I give him a confused look.

Logan sits up from where he's leaning. He's sitting at the back of the couch, slouched and mopey looking.

"Listen, old man."Logan gets up from where he is, picking up a nearby backpack –presumably his – and puts on the straps. Now it's my turn to be confused. "Melanie doesn't need me anymore." What?

"Boy, how can you say that? You love her, don't you?"

"I do." He states matter-of-factly.

"Why are you telling me this then? She loves you too, doesn't she?"

He shoves his hands in his jeans pockets and stares at the floor. "I don't know.." You hopeless child. "I mean.. I was so sure of it back then.. Now.. I don't even know what to believe or what to think anymore, you know?"

I'm not sure how to respond to what he's saying, more importantly how to comprehend with it. "Listen, kid." I start. "She's having a hard time, I'm sure she feels better now that she's let it all out. How long she's been holding that in, I've no idea. But she's okay now. I'm sure of it. The same thing happened to me with.. It doesn't matter. But once I let it out, I was okay. I'm okay. She's okay. You just need to take care of her, that way-"

Logan comes towards me, eye to eye, face to face. "You're the reason for why she's become like that." His voice, low in volume and dangerous, is that a threat I hear?

"Then, can you explain why you've got that pack over your shoulders?"

"This has nothing to do with her."

"Oh, it's got everything to do with her." I throw back at him. "You're leaving her, ain't you?" My hunch is correct judging by the look of guilt on his face. "You sly coward. And you said you loved her."

"Do you have any idea how hard this is for me?!" His voice is husky and his face is the definition of an approaching thunderstorm. "I don't want to leave her. But I can't stay here any longer with her. I can't help her. I've tried reaching out to her for so long for the past 4 years. I can't do it anymore. But you can. She doesn't need me anymore. I've lost enough people already in my life, I don't want to watch her fading away in front of me."

"So that's it?" My voice seething with anger. "You're just gonna leave her?! You have no idea what loss is, so you've got so right to be leaving her here alone!"

He shoves me in an attempt to get away, but I manage to regain my footsteps. I give him a backhand to the left side of his face, causing a scream of pain to escape from his lips. I grab him and give him a knee to the gut, causing him to cough out spit. I take him by the arms, pinning him down, onto the ground. "Kid, you may be strong physically, but in the end, you're no better than cowardice snakes like Robert."

Logan bangs his head hard on the floor, a hard thud being left. His voice cracks as he starts screaming at me. "It's my choice! And Mel told me how many times to leave her alone, and I'm doing exactly that! So please! Just let me go!"

I let him go and push him away, leaving his left cheek glued to the floor with his sweat. "And Mel? What am I supposed to tell her? That you felt like leaving her? That you've given up on her?"

Logan slowly gets up, cupping the left side of his face. I can't say blame him; I punched him there and gave him a backhand at the same spot. Violence only begets violence, and he was asking for it. "Just.. Tell her I'm doing this for her sake."

I manage to control my temper when he leaves the apartment. Logan leaves the apartment keys by the kitchen counter, not that he'll need them anymore. I work up the nerve to say it to him just before he shuts the door and I do, "You goddamn coward."

Anyone who hurts my daughter doesn't deserve to have her. Next time, if I ever see his 'pretty' face again, I'll kill him.

MEL'S POV

I wake up to find my head resting on one of the smelly as shit pillows. "Fuck. I think I'm gonna puke." It's as if my words issued a command to my empty stomach, causing a waterfall of acid to gush from my mouth and onto the floor. This continues for another minute or two. Once I finish, I feel light headed and wobbly. "Dad?" I call out, weak.

Dad comes jogging into the room. "Honey, are you okay..? Oh." Dad sees the pool of vomit on the floor, immediately going to his backpack. Dad returns with a bottle of clean water, and hands it to me. "Here, drink slowly, otherwise you'll puke again." I take it from him gratefully and take the water in small sips. Dad joins me on the bed and sits by my legs.

"Where's Logan?" I ask him, burning with curiosity. Dad works his jaw and scoffs out of spite. He says the next two words like he's got a bitter taste in his mouth. "He left." I spit out the remaining water in my mouth, a spray of H2O popping out of my mouth like in a fountain.

"WHAT!?"

"I don't know. He only said that he's leaving and doesn't plan on coming back."

I take note of this and purse my lips, hurt. "Did he say why?" I ask blankly.

Dad scratches his head and lets out a long and frustrated sigh. "I tried to stop him, but I couldn't in the end. He just kept on saying shit like, "It's for her sake." What kind of guy did you pick to marry, Mel? That son of a bitch doesn't deserve you, just look at what he's putting you through now!"

I twist the bottle cap shut and squeeze the main base of the plastic bottle. It's gonna be hard for me to hate Logan since I still love him, but why would he leave so suddenly?

Has this got to do with what I said to him earlier today..? Stupid me. I shouldn't have said anything to him in the first place. I can't do anything about it now that he's gone, but what about..

"Dad?" He turns to look at me. "Am I forgiven?" His eyes widen as he scoots closer to me. "Because I really am sorry about every-" Before I can continue, I get squeezed into one of Dad's super tight hugs.

"Don't apologize."

"But-"

"DON'T. STOP."

So I do.

A few weeks later..

We stayed like that for a while. Eventually, I had to go to the bathroom and changed out of my old and worn out clothes. I cleaned up the mess I made on the floor and Dad helped me with getting rid of the smell.

Sure, I got upset over Logan abandoning me, but there are plenty of guys like him out there. I'll find a replacement for him eventually, I guess. It's all up to me. Relationships can be such a drag. I'm sort of relieved that he left me here. But then again, I have Dad here with me.

Speaking of Dad, he's taking me out for clothes 'shopping' today, AKA foraging through some old abandoned department store. We'll go and see if there's anything we like, also an excuse to spend some time together, I guess. Not that I mind or anything.

"You ready?" Dad asks me as he opens the door for me. I'm staying with him and Tess now since the apartment Logan and I used to love in was a military family provided one. Since Logan ditched me, I got kicked out. Bright side, I'm now staying with my much nicer dad rather than my worthless 'husband'. Should I even be calling him that after he left me on my own?

I'm sitting on the kitchen counter, reading the note I found on our old sofa before I moved out. Logan's pathetic excuse of a 'goodbye note', I guess. I might as well keep another piece of him with me for the time being.

I don't even know whether I should keep the old Polaroid picture of him with his arm around me. I guess I'll use it as a bookmark if I ever come across any good books while I'm smuggling with Tess and Dad. I don't know. I'll just have to wait and see. Only time will tell.

"Yeah."

I myself am very, very, VERY squirmy about the use of barf in writing. Just.. barf on a more general note really. I have a total phobia of puke, so writing about it was definitely something outside my comfort zone, but I did it for you guys because I love you :)

Just so you all know, Mel is basically a mirrored version of me IRL. I don't like being around people because they make me feel claustrophobic unless they're my friends, I have an awkward sense of humor, I'm very very very bad at making friends AKA I'm very socially awkward, I'm very possessive when it comes to the people I love, I can be very blunt at times, I have a short temper, I become lonely when I don't have my friends around, and I get down very easily. And relationship wise, I do have an ex; that's gotta count for something.

That's it, folks. That's the end of Forgiveness. Or is it..?

Yay or nay to a sequel? Let me know what you guys think in a PM or a review! If I do make a sequel, I'll make it where the '20 years later' arc comes in, AKA the summer arc in which we meet Robert, an older Marlene, Bill, and.. *drumroll* Nah. I'm not gonna tell you. You guys already know who this gorgeous 14 year old is. ;) I'll need as many reviews as possible to make a sequel, so.. :3

It's been fun everyone. Writing this fanfic has changed my life in so many ways. Again, thank you all so much! Love you, guys!

Have an awesome day, everyone! LGGH out!