A/N: Here is the final chapter! Prepare for sadness.. At least I tried to make it sad but who knows how good my writing skills really are :P Anyways, enjoy! :)

-Carter

It was becoming routine. I would go to school, while Mihael would sleep, I would come home, take a sleeping pill and pass out to visit Mihael until my mom would wake me for dinner. After I finished eating, I would take another pill and sleep the whole night until school.

He wasn't just a dream anymore. It was like visiting him was my reality. I missed him when I wasn't there and I dreaded waking up. I hated being at school, well I always had but now it was so much worse because it meant being away from him. I hated it.

My reality- dream, whatever- came crashing down. Mihael and I lived in different worlds and he was dying and I couldn't even do anything about that. I wanted to stay with him, make him better and live with him in his world for the rest of our lives but that just wasn't possible and it infuriated me.

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I fell asleep and found myself back in the chair in the waiting room. I walked to his room and sat in the chair next to his bed. He looked terrible. He could barely hold his eyes open, or keep his hand in mine. It took so much for him to speak and the heart monitor was becoming more faint. It was breaking my heart.

He gave me a weak smile. "Ki-kiss.. me?" He managed. I felt tears sting my eyes but I held them back. I leaned down and took his lips and gave the most passionate kiss I could muster. I pulled away and sat back down. There was a tear sliding down his face and I leaned in and kissed it away.

"I remember.. meeting the angel." He started. "I-I lied because I didn't.. want to tell you about.. her.. because I was afraid-afrai.. you would be mad.. or get scared and.. leave. I'm sorry." It was so hard for him to speak, I could tell, more tears were leaving his eyes. I leaned down and wrapped my arms around his fragile form, uncaring if I hurt him. He was in enough pain already and at least this pain would also bring comfort.

"It's okay Mihael.." I broke and was crying now too. "You don't have to tell me."

No.. I-I do.. Please.. listen." He mumbled, pressed against me, speaking into my ear.

"I'm listening." I reassured.

"The angel.. would grant a wish.. And I wish- I.. wished she would.. bring me tr-true love..." He sobbed, his whole body shaking.

"Mihael-" I pulled back to look at him. The rate on the monitor was getting weaker.

"You're.. my dream come true, Mail. I- I love you." He sobbed, clutching me with all he had left.

I laughed, lightly, through my tears, staring down at him. "You're too good for me. But, I suppose, this may be my last chance." I sobbed. "Mihael Keehl, I-" My body flickered and I found myself in my bed. I screamed at the top of my lungs. Tears flowing full force.

I rushed to my dresser to grab the bottle of sleeping pills sitting there. I downed all that were there -probably half the bottle- I just wanted to fall asleep again, fast. I needed to see Mihael just one more time and I didn't care if I didn't wake up.

My mom barged in my room, probably from hearing my scream, and as soon as she saw the shape I was in and the bottle in my hand, her own tears came flowing.

"Mail!" She screamed. "Why?" She ran to me, wrapping her arms around me tightly. I returned the embrace, sobbing into her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, mom. I'm so sorry! I love him! And he's dying and I'll never even be able to tell him! I'm sorry..." I passed out in her arms, she clutched my dying form as we fell to the ground.

I found myself back in the waiting room and charged into his room. The room was filled with nurses surrounding him and I caught a glimpse of the monitor with a flat line. I fell to the ground, shaking and sobbing. I was too late. I never even had the chance to tell him I loved him and now it was too late.

I punched the floor, hard, feeling the bones in my left hand shattering. I felt dizzy. I collapsed on the cold, hospital room floor, and faded from existence.