POV Angus:

My health got worse and worse. Sorrow tore at my heart. I wanted to see him again. Was there life after death? Actually, I didn't believe in something like that. I laid in my bed. Brian Johnson, the singer in our band, was standing next to me.

"Angus, come on. What's wrong with you? You have way too high a fever." He put a new cold rag on my forehead. I was breathing hard.

"Do you think I'll see him again, Bri?" I whispered. He took my hand.

"Who do you mean, Angus? You have hallucinations."

"Malcolm." I said softly.

"What about Malcolm?" He asked.

"Will I see him again? When I die?"

"Stop it!" He shouted angrily. "You're not going to die!"

"Will I see him again, Brimi?" I whispered.

"I don't know, Angus." He sighed and sat down next to me. "Listen, I know it's hard. He was something of a big brother to me and you still love him. I know that. He loved you very much too, even if he couldn't remember it, okay? Dementia sucks. But I don't have to tell you that." His hand ran through my iron-gray locks.

"Stop it." I coughed.

"With what?"

"Stop stroking my hair." Tears formed in my eyes.

"Why, Angus? Don't you like that? Mal always did that." He said blankly.

"That's why I don't want you to do it." I whimpered.

"Oh, Angus."

"Only Malcolm can do this." I whispered.

"Okay." He withdrew his hand. "If you need anything, tell me, okay? Your cell phone is here." He said and put my smartphone on the bedside table.

"Thanks Brian." I whispered.

"No problem. Just get well, okay?" I nodded lazily. "Bye." With that he went out of my house. I sighed. My fingers reached for the flat cell phone. I turned it on. There was a picture of Malcolm on my lock screen. I started to cry. He was wearing sunglasses and was holding a beer. In the background you could see the sea. That was our last vacation together. That was when we found out he had dementia. He wanted to go on vacation with me again for as long as he could remember. We flew to Cuba at that time. It was a wonderful vacation, even if I knew it was the last. I sighed and put my finger on the back of the phone. It scanned my fingerprint and opened. There was also a picture of Malcolm on my home screen. I opened WhatsApp. 200 messages. All of the boys in our band group. But I didn't open it, instead I opened the chat with Malcolm and played his last voice message:

"I love you, Angus Mitchell. Never forget that. Even if I may not remember you in a few weeks, I love you. So much." I cried and threw my phone in the corner. I don't want to anymore! I want to die! Life doesn't make sense without Malcolm! He's been dead four years! I rummaged in my bedside table and pulled out a pill. Me turned it in my hands. If I swallowed it, I'd have a few minutes. But I was so scared of death. Pull yourself together Angus! I yelled at myself and swallowed the pill. I leaned back, trembling it would be over. I felt my pulse slowing. The door to my bedroom opened. Brian.

"Angus, I forgot to tell you that ..." I turned my head and gave him a weak look. "Shit!" He picked up his cell phone and tried to call the ambulance, but I put my hand on his.

"Please don't, Brimi." I whispered. My vision was slowly fading. Was this how Malcolm felt when he died?

"Angus, no." Brian cried.

"Stop crying." I breathed. "I'll be better. I promise. Take care of the others, Brian. You were a good friend." My eyes closed. I heard Brian scream into his phone, but I didn't care. "I'm coming." I whispered with the last breath in my lungs. My vision turned white and then everything was gone.

When I woke up again, I was lying on something white. What was that? I got up. I was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. I looked at my hands. Why did they look so young? No wrinkles. Nothing at all. I took my curls in my hand and held them so I could see them. They had color again! My hair was brown! What was going on here?

"Angus." I heard a familiar voice and turned my head. I gasped. He was 50 meters in front of me. My Malcolm. He looked just like when we met in the bar. Behind him stood Bon, Roger and my parents, only they were young again, tears ran down my cheeks.

"Malcolm." I breathed. Without noticing it, my feet began to run. We ran towards each other and I fell crying around his neck. He was crying too. His arms, now strong again, wicked around my waist and he picked me up. I looked down at him, laughing. He turned us in circles. "You can remember!" I shrieked happily. He beamed at me. Malcolm let me down. I jumped on him again and wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me under my bum. We kissed. We cried both and it was a little awkward, but we didn't care.

"I love you, Angus." He cried and kissed me hard.

"I love you too. So much. We're back together!" I screamed. "You can remember." I whispered and stroked his cheek. He smiled at me crying.

"Yes, I can remember you again."

"I've missed you so much!" I cried, crying, pressing against him. He was crying hard.

"I can remember." He whispered.

"I know, darling. I know." I whimpered and kissed him everywhere I went.

"I missed you, Angus." Malcolm whispered. "It's been so long."

"You can remember." I moaned and kissed him aggressively everywhere. He kissed me so hard our teeth chattered together, but we didn't care. "I love you, Malcolm." We kissed urgently.

"I love you, Angus."

THE END;

Okay ... that really made me cry now. You also? What did I want to say again now? Oh yes! Thank you for reading! You are the best! Your Anna