So, I've decide against writing a sequel. It's just not going to work out with my nw direction for the end of this fic. Instead, here is the last chapter of the fanfic! Thank you to all of you who have been with me since the beginning and those who have joined along the way. I love you all!

Gilbert came through the gated entrance into the field. His left hand was shoved into his jean pocket and his right hand was holding a bouquet of white lilies, with Kumajirou, the stuffed polar bear he and Mattie had won that day, clutched under his arm. Nerves bubbled in his stomach uncomfortably.

The last time Gilbert had seen Matthew, his parents (who Gilbert hadn't even known existed until he met them in Matthew's hospital room) had decided to send him off to his grandparents up north. Now, after six months, Gilbert had come to visit him.

Up ahead, the albino could see his friend sitting alone against a grey stone, watching Gilbert's approach. His face slipped into a smile as Gilbert reached him, placing the flowers beside the Canadian before sitting down in front of him. Gilbert smiled back.

"Hey Birdie," Gilbert greeted, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. "It's really good to see you again," Matthew didn't respond, but Gilbert had expected that. Matthew hadn't spoken since Gilbert had carried him from his apartment, simply saying 'Thanks, Gil,' before passing out. He missed his voice, but as long as he could see him, Gilbert was okay with it. It's not like he had ever been particularly chatty anyway.

"I know I haven't come to see you since the hospital, but it's... hard, like if I can't see you everyday, i don't want to see you at all. Pretty selfish, huh?" Gil chuckled a bit, though the sound held no humor. Matthew smiled reassuring, obviously telling him he was forgiven.

"Anyway, the gang is doing really well, considering. Everyone was really upset when you first left. No one could stop crying, and none of us could crack a smile. The worst part was, people who didn't even know you kept talking about how much they missed you, and how great you are, and how you'd always be in their hearts, and I just wanted to scream, all the time. It was Hell, Mattie," Here, Gil's voice was sharp with unconcealed anger. Matthew's face was apologetic, and he reached out, squeezing Gilbert's hand gently. Gilbert took a deep breath to steady his thoughts.

"Things are better now, though, I guess. After you left, Alfred was really messed up. He tried to commit suicide once, because he felt like everything was his fault, so we invited him and Kiku to come eat lunch with us. Do you remember Kuma? Al gave him to me after you left, I hope you don't mind. Al's been a giant help, actually. He told us a bunch of stories about when you two were younger. It helped a lot to here about back when you were happy.

"We never really saw you truly happy, did we? I mean, other than those few rare times, like when I invited you to lunch, or when you came over to watch that movie with us. Even then, there was that hurt in your eyes. I could always see it, lurking in the shadows," Gilbert stopped, shoulders shaking. He didn't even notice he was crying until Matthew's cold fingers brushed them away. Gilbert's hand flew up, keeping the blond's hand pressed to his cheek. Matthew made no move to retract it. Taking a deep breath, Gil continued.

"Anyway, yeah, we're healing. Sure, Lili still feels guilty and cries often, and Feli's eyes lose their sparkle when he thinks no one is looking, and Al still doesn't laugh very often, and Lovino is angrier than ever, but... They support each other, and everyone has their significant other to comfort them. Everyone is slowly but surely moving on," Gilbert smiled bitterly. "I mean, except for me, I guess."

"Birdie, it still hurts just as much as when you first went away. It's like... It's like I'll forget and be sort of happy for a while, and then someone will mention you, or I'll see something that reminds me of you, like Gilbird or Kuma, and I can't breahe, i can't speak, I can't do anything but cry, and it scares the shit out of me, okay? I've never hurt this much before," This time, Gil couldn't calm himself.

"I think I'm going crazy, Mattie," He whispered, his shoulders hunched. "I see you everywhere I look, I hear your voice in my ear everyday. I know it's impossible- you're gone, you aren't really there, but it's seems so real. Sometimes I can even feel your touch on my skin, like..." Gilbert swallowed a sob. "Just like right now. And I know, I know it's not really, that I'm hallucinating, that it isn't really, But I just don't care, Mattie, I just. Don't. Care."

Gilbert looked up through tears at Matthew's beautiful pale face that was contorted in secondhand pain. A big, sad smile stretched across his face as he stood up, leaving a silently crying Matthew on the ground in front of him. "If being crazy means seeing your face, than I'm okay with being a nutcase."

Matthew wathed as Gilbert turnedand walked away, Kuma clutched to his chest as he wiped the tears from his face. Matthew watched until he left the field, then stood. He picked up the white lilies and placed them in front of the stone he had been leaning against.

Matthew Stephen Williams

1998-2014

Beloved Son, Brother, and Friend

"Here lies an angel freed from his broken cage so he could fly free"

Okay, so that's the last chapter. I hope you all enjoyed this story. And hey, feel free to check out anything I do in the future, if you want!

Inner Kiwi: What future? Honey, the fans are going to straight up murder you with a spoon.

Me:*shrugs* Oh well. Bye!