A/N: Here's the end. I thought this was a kinda fun story when I was writing it and I hope you liked it too. Thanks for the reviews and I'll see you later (if you read any of my other stories).

Disclaimer: I don't own.

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BEEP…

A long beat of silence.

BEEP…

A moment's pause.

BEEP…

Every stretch that lacked noise sets my heart at a race; silent prayers whispered in my head that there would be another beep soon to follow.

It was music to my ears every time another beep sounded; it meant that my Mitchie's heart was still fighting to keep her alive, that she was still fighting to stay… Just for me.

I tightened my grip on her hand but kept my eyes closed, just focusing on the all-important beeps from the monitor in the hospital room with us.

It was still night, Mitchie and I had barely been in here for twenty minutes now. Her wrists were all bandaged up and on the mend, an IV feeding AB positive into her veins but she still hadn't woken up. The doctors assured me that she was just sleeping, not in a coma or anything. I had pulled a chair up to the side of Mitchie's hospital bed and was right now resting my head tiredly over my folded arms, her hand clutched in mine.

There was a knock on the door. I stood up to go answer it instead of just calling for them to come in so that I wouldn't disturb Mitchie's sleep.

"Hey, Dallas." I muttered exhaustedly.

Dallas had been a challenge to calm down after all the events of this night, as had her mother though her youngest sister had just gone back to sleep after the doctors told us Mitchie would be okay. The last I had seen her, before coming in to stay with Mitchie, she had been pacing in the waiting room to work off her anxiety. "Hey, kiddo. How is she?" Dallas sounded like all the excitement had taken its toll on her too.

"Alive." I said simply. "Let's talk outside; I don't want to wake her until she's rested." I added, ushering Dallas out of the doorway and closing the door as quite as possible behind me.

We walked down the hall and took a right, headed off for the snack and coffee machines.

"God, how could she be so stupid?!" Dallas finally exclaimed as if she had been trying to hold it in and she just couldn't anymore.

"It's my fault." I confessed guiltily. "I didn't call her back; she figured I hated her for being in love with me. She probably thought that it made me sick or something; she's always overreacting like that." I smiled, remembering all the funny memories I had stored up from the times that Mitchie has overreacted.

"It's not your fault, Selena. You weren't the one cutting her wrists open." Dallas said angrily, shoving money into the coffee machine.

"I might as well have been." I mumbled and took the cup of coffee that Dallas handed me.

"You took a five and a half hour flight here just to surprise her. You're in love with her, not out to kill her."

"I don't care; if I had just called her back instead of having the brilliant idea of serenading her with some sappy love song, then we'd probably be laying in her bed, curled up under the blankets instead of her almost killing herself and now lying in a hospital bed."

"Awwwwww! You wrote her a sappy love song?!" Dallas asked with a huge grin.

"Yeah… but I don't think I'm going to play it for her anymore; it was sorta going to be the way I told her I love her but that already happened earlier tonight." I said bitterly, taking a sip of the scolding hot coffee.

"No, you should totally still play it for her. You can't just write a love song for her and not sing it to her after she tried to commit suicide because of you!" Dallas cried out.

"Dallas! You're not supposed to agree that it was my fault!"

"Hey, you're the one that said it first!" the older girl defended but she was smiling the whole time, poking fun at me.

"Whatever." I sigh and dropped into a nearby chair.

"But seriously Alex, Mitchie would want to hear the song. I bet it'd even make her cry, depending on how sappy it is." Dallas continued the argument.

"Even if I wanted to, I can't, 'cause I'd need a guitar to play it properly for her." I said the first excuse that came to mind.

"Alright, I'll go home and grab one of Mitchie's. Any preference for which one you want?" Dallas asked as she stood up and started heading for the door.

"Ugh, are you seriously not going to let me get away without singing Mitchie the song?"

"Yep. Now, any preference?" She urged again.

I sighed, giving in before answering, "Her acoustic Dean, please."

"I'll be back in like ten minutes." Dallas smiled triumphantly before turning on her heel and leaving me alone to stalk silently back to Mitchie's room.

I slipped inside, quickly closing the doors behind me to block out the trauma of someone else world that was echoing loudly down the hall. I didn't go back to my spot beside her, but instead made my way over to her window.

Mitchie's room had a perfect view of the moon, at the moment, and for a little while I just stood there transfixed on the milky, glowing orb hanging in the night sky. It was so beautiful; it reminded me of the broken girl sleeping peacefully behind me.

I sighed and pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. I was surprised to realize that I hadn't remembered to turn it back on after I got off the plane.

After I turned it on I was greeted by a screen that told me I had missed two calls.

I quickly dialed my voicemail and listened to the first message.

"Hey, Alex. I know that you're right now on the plane and haven't even seen Mitchie yet, but when you get there and get a second, call me and tell me how everything went!" Harper had to be one of the sweetest people I know, to leave me that message.

"Al…" my heart stopped as I listened to the second message left for me. "I-I can't do this. I can't not have you in my life. I know that I'm probably the person you w-want to hear from least r-right now." I heard the stuttering, wrecked voice of my Mitchie say through the phone and tears. "I d-don't want to live without you. I thought t-t-that maybe you loved me back, or could at least still be my friend. Obviously you don't think we c-can if you're forwarding my calls to your voicemail. I don't know what else to do or say, Alex. Without you, there's nothing left for me here. I'm so sorry. I miss you so much and even after I'm dead, my love for you will still live." I heard one last sob recorded on my voicemail before I heard her hang up.

"Mitchie, Mitchie, Mitchie, Mitchie …" I mumbled over and over again as I cradled her head in my lap and held her t-shirt wrapped wrists.

"Al… Ally, you got my message?" I heard the most precious voice in the world whisper mournfully, though she sounded weak and breakable.

"Yes, baby. I got it. I got your message and I love you, too. You just have to hold on for me, Mitch; do you think you can do that?" I sobbed to the broken girl in my arms.

Tears had already escaped my eyes as I realized that we hadn't been talking about the same message.

"Mitchie" I couldn't stop the whimper that came out of my throat.

"Al…?"

I snapped around when I heard my name called, my wishful thinking getting the best of me and making me believe the call came from Mitchie's voice.

"Dallas…" I sighed, my hopes falling miserably.

"Bad timing?" Dallas asked carefully.

"No, it's fine." I mumbled and made my way back to the chair I had been sitting in earlier, turning it slightly so that I wouldn't have my back turned rudely to Dallas.

"This is the one you wanted, right?" Dallas offered me the guitar I had asked for.

"Yeah, thanks."

"She's going to be okay, Alex." Dallas offered her comforting words quietly.

"I know…" I said in a defeated sigh.

"And so are you." Dallas added more firmly than her previous statement.

"As long as Mitchie is, I will." I correct, resting the guitar in my lap and slinging my arm over to quietly pluck the strings, trying to match the chords I was playing to the memory I had of the song Mitchie sang for me. It took a couple of tries and a lot of remembering but eventually I started to get it.

"Awesome song, isn't it?" Dallas said timidly from her place by the window.

"The best." I agreed.

I continued to play the saddest song I had ever heard… or maybe it just seemed sad because of all the aftermath of it.

I tried playing the chorus, screwing up a good number of times before I finally got it. My mind went back to just two nights ago…

Everything's changing all around me

Yet I'll still stay the same

I'll be consistent

So that you know

I'll never go away

Be there for you when you fall down

To wipe away the tears

Like you did for me

In all the now past years

I recalled Mitchie belting out the lyrics of her heart and the sad tears sliding down her face.

I sighed and stopped playing when I reached the second verse. For a long while Dallas and I just watched Mitchie in silence.

A sudden knock on the door made us both jump, then chuckle lightly at our tightly wound nerves.

Dallas pushed herself away from the window she was leaning on and made her way over to answer the door.

"How is she?" I heard the voice of Connie ask her daughter.

"Still asleep." Dallas answered in a hushed tone.

I heard Mitchie's mom sigh.

"Alex, honey… You don't have to stay if you want to get some rest. We'd be happy to have you stay at our house." Mitchie's mother's offer was genuine but I couldn't help but worry that she, like myself, would blame me for her daughter's suicide attempt.

I turned around to answer her, "Thanks, but I want to be here when she wakes up… if that's okay with you." I hurried to add.

"Yes, it's fine sweetie, but I just figured that you must be exhausted by now." Connie sent a motherly smile at me.

"Thank you, but a little sleep deprivation is nothing to me, really." I tried to ease her worry.

"Alright. Well if you need anything just come ask. I'll be in the waiting room." Connie backed out of the room. I was silently thankful that Dallas left with her.

I turned my chair back to face Mitchie and reached for her hand again. I smiled excitedly when I felt a gentle squeeze in return.

"Mitch?" I whispered hopefully.

I watched her face avidly for any reaction and my heart fluttered when a small, playful grin formed on her face.

"Is Dallas gone?" She asked quietly, her eyes still closed tightly.

"Yeah." I felt like I could do back flips when I heard her voice.

"Good." She said with a larger smile forming as she opened her eyes and slowly tried to sit up.

"Stay." I ordered her and reached across her waist to grab the remote to the bed. I pressed the button that would raise the head of the bed up.

She smiled when I lingered over her after I had finished adjusting the bed and pressed a timid kiss to her forehead.

"Alex …" Mitchie mumbled contently and closed her eyes again. It sounded like she was trying to taste every syllable of my name as it came out.

"Mitchie … promise me something?" I couldn't help myself, I had to get her promise before I could do anything else.

"Anything." She answered simply, opening her eyes again, her chocolate gaze meeting mine to show that she was completely serious with her answer.

"Never do anything so stupid like that ever again." I said seriously but smiled to show her I wasn't angry at her… or at least not anymore.

"…as long as you promise me something in return." She said after thinking it over for a second.

"Anything." I quickly answered, each of us smiling at our matching answers.

"I promise to never hurt myself again, as long as you promise to never leave me. My life isn't worth a thing without you in it." I could tell she was completely serious in that if I ever left her, in a split second she's try to reenact this whole night, only making sure that I wouldn't be able to come to her rescue this time.

"I promise that I will always be in your life. I can't promise that we'll always be together but I can promise that we'll always at least be friends." I said, hoping that would suffice for her.

"I can live with that." She said quietly.

"Good." I sighed, happy that I wouldn't ever have to worry about that again.

"Why do you have my guitar here?" She suddenly asked with a confused laugh.

"Cause I wrote something for you and I accidently told Dallas about it and she wouldn't let me get away without singing it to you." I admitted sheepishly.

"I sure do love that girl sometimes." Mitchie commented in an oddly content voice. "Play for me?"

"How could I deny a request asked by that voice?" I sighed with fake defeat. "I have to admit first though; I kind of got the whole idea from your song. Two lines in particular really got me with its truth, so this whole thing is basically built off of that." I said as I shifted the guitar and placed my fingers on the frets.

"And which lines are those?" I could hear the curiosity burning in her voice.

I smiled slightly, "Go back to the days, that your smile was true" I quoted from her song.

Her smile turned into a sad shadow of what it had been before.

"I love you." I reassured her, wanting to see her smile instead of frown, before I started strumming the intro to the song I had written for her. I thought about how ironic it was that I had just happened to write the music to a song I had wanted to put lyrics to, just a week ago. It fit perfectly with the mood of the lyrics. I started strumming the melody to the first verse and opened my mouth to sing,

"Sick of life

Just as it is

Being pushed and pulled

Listening to screaming

But I block it out

A different wall

For every shout

Mitchie s smile that I had brought back to her face earlier, now dipped back into a sad, little, heartbreaking frown.

"It's always…

Tears in the night

A smile in the day

Black drawn on white

All the colors fade to gray

My dreams all got shattered

Our hearts split in two

Nightmares being

From the hell that we've been through

You've been my rock

My shining knight

Always there for me

To tell me I'm alright

To warm me when I'm cold

To hold me when I break

You wrap your arms around me

And I know then that I'm safe"

The last line brought a smile back to her face that was quickly washed away when my chorus started back again.

"But there's still always…

Tears in the night

A smile in the day

Black drawn on white

All the colors fade to grey

My dreams all got shattered

Our hearts split in two

Nightmares begin

From the hell that we've been through

I hear your song, your speech, your cry

I listen to your message

And it makes me feel alive

Starts a fire

Burning in my heart

A growing flame

From a tiny spark

I come and take your hand

And you wipe the pain clean"

Her smile forms once again and this time stays put. I'm happy that my words aren't going to wash her beautiful smile away again.

"It left me with…

A smile in the night

A bright and happy day

Black now fades to white

And the colors seem to stay

Dreams put back together

Our hearts no longer two

The wonders of the world

And hopes of me and you

With this I'll say

That I love you too

You make me laugh

With all the crazy things you do

Make me cry

When you go away

But now I know

I'm in your heart to stay" I give the guitar a final strum before the room went quiet.

"Alex …" Mitchie whispers, biting her smiling bottom lip.

"What do ya think?" I asked nervously but judging by her smile, I shouldn't be feeling anxious.

"What do I think?! Are you kidding me?! I love it! I love all of it! I love you!" she exclaimed before repeating herself in a much quieter, more significant voice, "…I love you."

"I love you too." I stood up from my seat and rested the guitar against the bed before leaning into Mitchie, my lips stopping right before they touched hers. I hesitated just a second before firmly pressing my lips against hers.

Mitchie moved to cup my cheek and deepen the kiss. I smiled against the younger girl's lips before gently biting on her lower lip. She giggled into the kiss and pulled back a bit. Her eyes were shining happily, making my heart feel warm and full.

"I love you." she whispered again before leaning forward to meet my lips again.

I pulled back after just a matter of moments though. Mitchie looked at me questioningly with an adorable pout that scrunched up her face.

"Why'd you stop? Don't stop!" she said disappointed and tried to capture my mouth again but I pulled away. I heard her produce a cute whine.

"I'm sorry, babe. It's just this is freaking uncomfortable." I said motioning to my legs that were leaning painfully against the hospital bed railing.

"Fine." Mitchie said with a smile, shifting over in the bed then patting the empty space.

I grinned then plopped down onto the bed next to this perfect girl.

"Mitch… you're my girlfriend now, right?" I asked feeling silly for actually needing to ask.

"Duh!" she said loudly before attacking my lips.

I don't think I could get my mouth open quick enough when I felt her tongue rub against my lip. Our moans melted together until I wasn't sure if it was her moan or mine that was vibrating through my mouth.

All too soon I felt Mitchie pull away but I used the break to my advantage to catch my breath. I rested my head against hers, content at the moment just to stare into the perfect, endless pools of chocolate.

"Mitchie?" I didn't want to ruin the magic of the moment but it was started to bug me.

"Hmmm?" she answered, snuggling her head into my neck and placing a few velvet kisses to it.

"What made you decide to come out to me?" I felt her kisses halt for a second but it was quickly replaced with her hot breath against my neck instead.

"You're smile…" she said vaguely.

"How so?" I asked pulling away to look into her eyes. Those eye; God, I could look into those eyes until the day I die.

"I just wanted to fix your smile" Mitchie said quietly, burying her head shyly back into my neck.

"Damn, I love you." I whispered into her ear, breathing out a lot more hot breath than actually necessary. The shiver that followed from my breath in her ear only egged me on more. "I could hold you in my arms forever." I breathed out huskily into her ear.

I heard a quiet groan before I felt her lips press themselves against my mouth, her tongue pushing past my lips without even asking for entrance, but don't get my wrong; I didn't mind!

I felt Mitchie shift her body to hover over me. I reached for her waist and pulled her down to rest completely on top of me. Her body fit so perfectly into mine that there wasn't a shadow of a doubt left in my mind that God made Mitchie just for me. I whimpered into her mouth when I felt her left leg fall in-between mine and rub quite intentionally between my legs.

"Mitchie, slow down; I want to savor this. We have the rest of our lives to spend with each other, just slow down a bit." I tried to convince her, though half of me was just wishing I had kept my mouth shut.

"Sorry." She giggled adorably.

"Don't be, just slow down a bit." I brushed my lips softly over hers before I kissed her forehead again and wrapped my arms tightly around her. She nuzzled her nose against my neck contently.

I'm not sure how long we laid there but after a while I was being shaken awake but Mitchie, her mom and sister standing beside the bed, each sporting an amused smile.

"Sorry, I guess I was more tired than I thought." I said sheepishly.

"You're fine; we just wanted to know if you were hungry and we were just going to leave you asleep but Mitchie said she had heard your stomach growl a couple of times so she wanted to wake you anyway." Connie explained, leaving me with another sheepish smile put there by my hungry stomach.