Mitch's POV

  I was with Jerome again, and now I had my hand in his own. He was asleep now, and I kept fearing he would slip into a coma again. He would wake up every five or ten minutes to make sure I was okay, though.

  He did this now, but didn't say anything, just watched me.

  "Mitch, I'm going to have to go. You know that right?" I looked up, feeling the tears come to my eyes again.

  "No. No. No. No. Jerome please no..." I whispered, and he shook his head, kissing my forehead softly.

  "I want to say goodbye to everyone, separately. I want you to be last, and I want you to be there when it happens.

  I shook my head rapidly, standing and feeling the tears start again.

  "Jerome you can't leave me! I can't lose you I... I need you Jerome." He just watched me, and I saw all the hidden pain in his eyes. He was staying alive for me, I realised, but he couldn't do it much longer.

  "Mitch, promise me you'll stay alive. I need you to keep our fans happy, don't hurt yourself anymore..." He shook his head and I watched him, then leaned over and kissed him softly. His lips were hot and chapped, but it was still an amazing kiss, just like all of them.

  I pulled back, tears in my eyes, and went to call everyone.

  It had been three hours, and finally everyone had said goodbye, and it was my turn. I walked in the room, finding a now pale Jerome, who smiled at the sight of me.

  "Mitch," he whispered, and I walked over, listening to the beeping of his heart monitor and examining Jerome's face again.

  "Jerome, I love you." I said softly, and he smiled weakly. His eyes shone with love for me too, and I began to cry again. I was a baby, I thought, but it didn't matter.

  "Do remember how shy you were when we met? Do you remember how we would get in so much trouble together? I've liked you for almost five years now, at least, that's what I can remember. You are the best friend I've ever had, Mitch, and I love you too." He was crying now, and I was in his arms.

  "I love you Jerome." I whispered.

  "I love you too."

  His heart stopped so suddenly, I didn't even register what the long beep on his heart monitor ment before I was out of the room. Ryan was holding me close and I was screaming.

  "No Jerome! Please don't leave me! I need you!" I sobbed, and Ryan just held me close. He kept me from hurting someone to get to Jerome, but at some point I stopped fighting and just sobbed.

  Everyone was crying, I noticed. We all loved Jerome, and how would we tell the others? Or the fans? My tears began again, and soon I realised I was in a car, going back to a house. The team crafted one.

  "No. Go to Jerome's! I... Ryan turn the fucking car around! I need something!" He said nothing and I was about to knock him out and drive there myself when he turned around.

  We got to the house soon after and I jumped out, running inside and avoiding the kitchen before going to our room. I grabbed the things that mattered the most, what I needed out of everything on the house.

  I ran back to the car with the two dolls, the ones of me and Jerome. I held them to my chest and we drove silently back to the house.

  When we got back, I went straight to my room and resolved not to leave again for a while.

  My hands rubbed the dolls and I closed my eyes, speaking softly.

  "Jerome. You saved me. I love you so much, you were the one who would comfort me whenever I was sad or lonely or hurt. I always have loved you, ever since we met and it's just grown into something more ever since that wreck. I wish you wouldn't have pushed yourself, biggums, then you would be with me and I would... I would be able to show you how much I love you.

  I wish I didn't reject you last night, and I wish I could've grown the balls to get with you faster... I love you Jerome. I need you baby..." I stopped speaking as the sobs got stronger. I turned over and closed my eyes, imagining that the pillow was Jerome and I was cuddling with him.