"Micky," Michael whispered. Micky approached him slowly and Michael grabbed a gentle hold of him, lovingly caressing his cheek and running his fingers through Micky's curly hair. "Micky...my boy. My angel."

He brought Micky closer for a kiss, pouring all of his love and passion into it. He held Micky tight, afraid to let go. Micky responded eagerly, but gently, wrapping his arms around Michael's neck.

They pulled away, breathless. Michael touched his forehead to Micky's, looking deep into his eyes.

"I'm so sorry," Michael whispered, voice low. "This is all my fault."

"Don't be sorry." Micky reached up and gently cupped Michael's cheek in his hand. "I'm finally free, Michael. That's all I ever wanted. Thank you."

Then he disappeared, there one minute and gone the next, like the dying flicker of candlelight.