Sorry for the long delay. I was kinda busy over the last month.

This chapter is more John oriented with a smattering of DaveJade throughout. It also has a bunch of sadstuck.

The last day of eighth grade passes and the first day of summer hits the four of them in the face with crisp rays of sunlight and stifling heat.

They decide to spend the day in Dave's pool, splashing each other and floating around in bliss. Rose sits on one of the pool chairs under an umbrella, reading a book while enjoying the warmth from the sun's rays. John hops out of the pool shaking out his hair and notices Rose staring at him from above her book. He quirks an eyebrow at her and grins.

"Yo Rose, we can all totally tell that you're staring at Egbert's hot nerd bod," Dave yells from the water right before Jade jumps on him and pushes his head under, making him sputter and cough. Rose smirks and puts down her book.

"I haven't been ogling him any more than you have dear brother,"

The three of them burst out into peals of laughter as Dave's ears turn red. John immediately counters with an 'I'm not a homosexual Dave,' and Jade laughs so hard that she nearly chokes on chlorinated water.

Later in the day while they are sitting outside on the grass soaking in the sunlight, they notice a small face peering at them from the house right behind Dave's. It disappears almost as soon as John points it out.

The next day they find a little girl standing on the porch of the back house, staring at them while they shit around. She smiles a lot, displaying a gap where her two front teeth would have been and her blonde pigtails bounce when she moves her head.

"Hey Egderp, who's that?"

"I don't know Dave, I've never seen her before. I'm gonna go say hi,"

John goes right up to her and asks her what her name is. She blushes and hides her face with her hands, peeking between her fingers.

"M-my name's Casey,"

John asks her in a gentle voice if she wants to play with them and the little girl smiles and bobs her head and jumps up, running towards the others. A small smile graces Johns face as he sees the childish energy that emanates out of her.

Casey hangs out with them all day. She asks Rose to read her a story, and asks all the right questions, making the older girl grin and laugh and feel better than she had in a long time. Casey braids Jade's now long luxurious hair, ranting about how pretty the older girl is and how she and wants to look like her when she grows up.

Casey steals Dave's glasses off his face and he sits there shocked before leaping up chasing after her, chuckling and yelling. She puts them on and dons a straight face, crossing her arms and staring straight at him.

"Look, I'm a coolkid now," she says, marching right up to the older boy and looking up. She was barely half his height, yet she acted like she was the one in control. Dave grins and lets her keep the glasses until she gets sick of them.

Her absolute favorite out of the four, however, was John. He lifts her onto his back for a piggyback ride, running across the yard as fast as he could while she spread her arms like a plane and laughed like there was no tomorrow, full of childlike joy and carefree gestures.

She nicknames John the Windy boy, claiming that he ran faster than the Breeze.

They sit on her porch as evening sets in, talking and laughing with the little five year old. She tells them stories about her stuffed toys and her family, and they intently listen, asking questions along the way and laughing just to humor her. It had been a long time since any of them had interacted with someone so young, and there was something about this little girl that made their hearts melt.

Casey's mother comes out onto the porch halfway through one of the little girl's stories.

"Casey, what are you doing out here?"

"I'm talkin with my new friends mommy. They played with me all day and Rose told me stories and Jade let me play with her hair and Dave let me wear his glasses and John took me on a piggyback ride and taught me how to fly!" she says excitedly.

"That's wonderful Casey, but we have to go home now. Say goodbye to your friends and go wash up for dinner okay?"

"Okay," she says, looking a little dejected. She gives each of them a kiss on the cheek coupled with a hug and skips inside the house. Her mother looks down at the four and smiles.

"Thank you for letting Casey play with you four, you have no idea how much I appreciate it,"

"It was nothing, we actually had a lot of fun and we wouldn't mind if she came back," John says, smiling politely.

"It's been a long time since Casey's had friends. Ever since she got lung cancer from her father's second hand smoking, she's been unable to get out of the house much without supervision. She is in remission now, but I still don't like her playing alone. Thank you for spending time with her,"

"Um, it's no problem," Jade says, her eyes widening slightly. Casey's mother smiles.

"You kids should probably get home, its getting late,"

The mother walks back inside the small abode while the four kids stare at her, unable to digest this newfound information.

Casey is invited to play with them nearly every single day after that. They splash in the pool with her, invite her to sleepovers, and carry her on their shoulders when she gets tired. Casey becomes happier and happier as the days go on, smiling and giggling whenever she was able to interact with the four older kids.

Summer is a perfect mess of laughter, sunshine, and joyful emotions.

Until it isn't.

One day, near the end of summer, John goes over to Casey's home to invite her to hang out with them.

He's met by the strained face of her mother.

"Casey can't come outside to play today. She had a recurrence, which means the doctors found that some of the Cancer cells are beginning to multiply again. She had Chemo this morning and she's terribly sick,"

John instantly feels sick as his heart drops into his stomach.

"Can I please see her Ms. Salamancer?"

Casey's mother gladly obliges, and point's John in the direction of Casey's bedroom. He enters to find the most pitiful sight he's ever seen in his fourteen short years.

Casey's sitting upright on the bed with a book in her lap and her stuffed animals surrounding her. Her hair is cleanly shaved off, replaced by a bright yellow beanie. She's crying silently, tears streaming down her pale, grayish skin, a tone that contrasted with the healthy glow John had seen last time he visited her.

"Hey there Caseadoodle," he says softly, using the nickname he had given to her earlier that summer. Her head snaps up at his voice, a look of horror written plainly across her face.

"No don't look at me!" Casey screeches, pulling the blankets over her head. John can see her quivering under the sheets when he approaches the bed.

"What's wrong Casey?"

"Just don't look at me, please,"

"Why don't you want me to look at you?"

Casey pauses for a moment, her small head still hidden under the blankets.

"Because I'm ugly now!"

John frowns, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Casey pull down the blanket,"

"NO!"

"Casey please, I promise I won't say anything,"

"NO!"

"Why don't you want me to see your face?"

"Because if I'm ugly you won't want to be friends with me anymore! That's what happened last time I lost my hair. The other kids didn't want to be friends with me cause' they said that I was ugly!"

Her words send a small pang through John's heart as he walks up to her and tugs on the blanket slightly, his expression softening.

"Case, I promise that no matter how you look, I will always be your friend,"

A slight pause. Casey sticks her hand out of the blankets, quivering a bit.

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise," the older boy says, linking his smallest finger with hers. She slowly pulls down the blanket, revealing her small ashen face.

John felt like he was going to cry. Where was the healthy little pink-cheeked blonde haired girl he had seen only a few days ago?

He stares at her a moment too long, failing to notice her expression shift to that of panic.

"See I told you I was ugly! Now you won't be my friend anymore!"

She begins to pull the blanket over her head, only to be stopped by John gripping her wrist softly.

"No, I was just seeing how pretty you look,"

Casey peeks out from behind her hands at John, her bright blue eyes glistening.

"Really?"

"Yes really. Casey, you're probably the prettiest little girl I've ever seen,"

"B-but I have no hair! Jade has really long hair and she's prettier than me,"

"Yea Jade has longer hair, but she isn't as cute as you are," John says, tapping a finger on her nose. He leans in closer, pretending to whisper in her ear, "Don't tell her I told you this, but she drools and snores in her sleep, and I don't think thats very pretty at all,"

Casey giggles, her worries forgotten as John laughs along with her.

They hear tromping on the stairs and suddenly the other three kids burst in, making Casey squeak and hide her face.

"Hi guys!" John says happily while the little girl peeks out from behind the blankets. The other three settle themselves at the unoccupied areas on her bed. They seem to be unperturbed by her current condition, treating her as if nothing had changed. Casey grins toothily and sits up, staring at them.

"Hi!" she says exuberantly, leaning forward.

"Hi Casey!"

"Hello Casey,"

"Sup Case,"

They settle down around her while John begins to talk.

"I was just telling Casey how pretty she looks right now. Doesn't she look nice Dave?"

"Hell yeah," he says, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, "You look mighty fine princess, cuter than most of the girls I've laid eyes on,"

Casey giggles and snuggles into his side, wrapping her skinny arms around Dave's waist. He smiles softly and pats her head.

"Hey, I wanna join in!" Jade yells, squirming in next to the two. John jumps in after her, forming a huge cuddle pile. Rose simply rolls her eyes from her place at the foot of the bed.

"Well then, since everyone is situated properly and comfortably, I suppose it is only fitting that I tell a story,"

"Yes yes, tell us a story Rose! I like your stories!" Casey squeaks, bouncing up and down. Rose gives off a small chuckle at Casey's exuberance before pulling her favorite book of fairy tales out of her bag.

"Which one would you like to hear Casey?"

"Uhhh….how about….the one about the little yellow salamander? You know, the one that goes off on an adventure and becomes a magician?"

When Ms. Salamancer treads up the stairs later that night, she finds five children in her daughters bed; the four older kids in various positions of disarray with their long limbs hanging off the bed, and her dear sweet Casey snuggled up in between all of them, content and relaxed, her mouth forming a small 'O'.

A sad smile graces the mother's face as a few tears slip down her cheeks .

"Goodnight my little Casey. Sweet Dreams,"

The light turns off and the door closes behind Mrs. Salamancer as she tromps downstairs and calls the older children's parents, informing them of the impromptu sleepover.

The fairytale book lays open upstairs abandoned by the five. The illustration on the page shows a small yellow salamander with a blue tongue donned in dark robes, leading an army of skeletons.

They sleep peacefully, their dreams taking them to another universe, a place where they were once gods.

Casey gets frequent visits from the four through the rest of summer.

John plays chess with Casey, showing her how to move and letting her win on purpose.

Dave lets her play with his travel sized folding turntable kit (a gift from his brother), letting her mix her own music and guiding her through the mechanics needed to operate it.

Jade brings over Bec, who patiently sits by Casey, letting her pet and coddle him. She plays Squiddles with Casey, laughing and grinning as the little girl sings her own little rendition of the theme song.

Rose always takes over in the afternoon, when the air becomes cooler and the skies turn darker. She knits a soft purple beanie for Casey, complete with little yellow salamanders with blue tongues, and enthralls the little girl with fairytales.

It's tough sometimes. Casey goes through Chemo at least once a week, making her tired and sick and nauseous. It breaks their hearts to see her deteriorate like this, the little pink cheeked girl who had won their hearts now reduced to a small birdlike lethargic skeletal thing with ashen skin.

But Casey continues to smile, her blue eyes still brightening when the four come to spend time with her.

School starts up again and their visits become a bit less frequent. They make up a schedule that allows at least one of them to visit her each day.

Casey's health is declining at a rapid pace, alarming both Casey's mother and John. Her mother takes her in for a bone marrow transplant, funded by an anonymous donor (Dave specifically told Bro not to give his name when he donated quite a large sum of money towards Casey's medical costs. After all, he was the sole beneficiary of a multi-billion dollar puppet industry, and Bro knew that the little girl needed the money a lot more than he did).

The transplant ultimately failed and Casey lay at the hospital, going through rounds of Chemo in a desperate attempt to kill off the remaining cancer cells that were in her lung tissue.

Casey gets the all clear to go home after a while, resting until the next Chemotherapy appointment. She cries more often nowadays, sobbing into the older kid's embraces when her small body couldn't take the pain, when it hurt far too much.

John visits her one afternoon, bringing along his magic set and chess board, hoping to cheer her up.

Casey brightened when he entered the room, grinning through cracked lips.

"Hi Windy Boy!"

"Hi Caseadoodle!"

They play chess and laugh at John's magic tricks, enjoying the moment.

Then suddenly, everything goes wrong.

Halfway through a chess match, Casey begins to cough. John looks at her concernedly, helping her drink a bit of water. She chokes it down and begins to cough again.

"John..I..don't…feel so…good," she hacks out in between coughs. John begins patting her back, panicking slightly.

"Ms. Salamancer!" he calls out the door. There's no response from her mother, who was in the basement, typing away at her laptop.

John see's something red leak out of the corner of Casey's mouth as she continues to cough. A fine dark mist comes sprays of her mouth as blood begins to dribble down her lips.

"OH MY GOD! MS. SALAMANCER CASEY'S BLEEDING!"

The little girl's eyes tear up and she begins to cry.

"John it hurts,"she whimpers as he scoops up her frail body, cradling her to his chest. He sprints out of the room and runs down the stairs, calling her mother's name.

The next few hours is a blur. John remembers Ms. Salamancer sprinting up the stairs, already calling emergency services. The harsh screeching siren of an ambulance burns it way into his memories.

His fingers and shirt are coated in blood, but he's too scared to care, too panicked to notice as the little girl he almost regarded as a sister gets rolled away on a stretcher, her small head rolling from side to side.

John's father drives him to the hospital, picking up Jade and Dave along the way. Rose arrives later with her mother.

The waiting room is tense, like a spring coiled up to its highest resistance point. Mr. Egbert comforts Casey's mother, whispering soothing words and allowing her to weep into his shoulder. He's met this woman and her daughter many times before, when he went to pick up John or drop him.

But the thing that pulled at his heart the most was that it could have been him.

That could have been him, weeping into the shoulder of a stranger. That could have been John lying on the operating table while surgeons try to desperately revive him.

But it wasn't him, it wasn't his son; it was a little girl and her mother, two living creatures who knew love and compassion much like him, two people who had people that they loved, and people who loved them back.

After seemingly hours of waiting, a doctor came out, a grim look on his face.

"Ms. Salamancer, may I speak to you for a moment?"

The mother stood up, and followed the doctor shakily into a corner of the hallway. Her dark blonde hair was matted, and her eyes were swollen, but she didn't care a bit. She needed to know how her little girl was doing, the one who meant the world to her.

"Ms. Salamancer, Casey is alright for now. We managed to stop the bleeding and adverse effects and have her hooked up on life support,"

Ms. Salamancer nearly cried with relief. She started smiling, a grin that dropped off her face as soon as she saw the doctor's grim expression.

"However, I need to discuss something with you. Ms. Salamancer, Casey she…." He sucked in a small breath, "Casey doesn't have long. The cancer's spread through her body. I'm sorry to say this, but there's no way she's going to live past next week,"

And thus the world broke around the young mother as she sunk to her knees, her hand covering her mouth and her eyes wide in shock.

Casey wakes up the day after, sick and woozy from the painkillers. She cries for her mom, little tears running down face.

The four kids take a few days off school to stay with her. John gives her his old stuffed bunny, which she clings to like a lifeline. Rose reads to Casey whenever the little girl desires, weaving tales more and more ludicrous until it ends with Casey laughing and snorting. Dave talks to Casey, rapping with her and consoling her.

And Jade, well, Jade shaves off her hair for the little girl. She shows up one morning, green beanie over her smoothly shaven head. Casey's eyes nearly pop out of her skull.

"Jade…your HAIR!"

Jade grins and plops down on the chair next to her.

"Do you like it? I thought I'd get it cut so that we'd match,"

"But you looked so pretty with it!,"

Jade leans forward and kisses Casey's cheek.

"I think I look even prettier now, just like you,"

Casey grins as Jade brings out her squiddle toys, chucking them on the bed and making them squeak.

Outside, Dave watches the two with a grin on his face. He stares at Jade, watching the way she seemed alive, almost vibrating with energy when she was with the little girl.

"Wonder if she'll be like that with our kids,"

Dave's eyes widened as soon as the thought passed through his head.

"Where the fuck did that come from?"

Despite everything, Casey was getting sicker and sicker as the day's went on, to the point where she could no longer sit up. She was tired all the time, often dropping off to sleep in the middle of the kid's visits.

Five days after she's hospitalized, the doctors predict that she has barely 24 hours left, that the cancer's spread too far.

"You might want to say your goodbyes,"

Her small body looks so frail wrapped up in the blankets, so small, so weak.

They take turns talking to her. Jade decided to go first, lugging in her squiddles toys quietly.

"Hi Casey,"

Casey simply smiles, her small eyes crinkling. She looks so tired, so sick.

Jade began to cry.

"I'm so sorry," she chanted over and over, placing her head over Casey's stomach. "I'm so so so sorry,"

Casey placed her hand on Jade's shaking her head slightly, her chapped lips forming an 'O'.

"Its not your fault though,"

Casey coughs a few times, rasping out the words. Jade placed her hands on the little girl's cheeks and placed a kiss over her forehead.

"I know its not my fault Casey, I just… why does it have to be you? You never did anything wrong, yet, you're kinda hurting a lot more than everyone else,"

Casey simply looks at her, bright blue eyes drooping once more.

"Hey Jade,"

"yeah Casey?"

"Play squiddles with me,"

"Alright,"

Jade walked out sobbing, clutching a single yellow and blue squiddle to her chest. Dave bolts up, wrapping his arms around her and shooshing her as she cries, consoling her much as he did when they were younger.

"It's your turn next Rose,"

Rose walks in, Casey's favorite tome clutched in her pale fingers. She sucks in a breath before entering, keeping her face straight and calm.

Her façade breaks almost as soon as Casey smiles.

Rose sits by her bedside, more composed than Jade, and reads Casey's favorite stories aloud to the little girl through tear clouded eyes. She finishes the story of the salamander, and puts her books away.

"I want to tell you a very special story now,"

"Okay,"

"Alright. Once upon a time, there was a pretty little girl named Casey….."

Rose comes out, book clenched in her fingers. She nods at Dave, who is stroking Jade's hair as she curls up on the bench, fast asleep with her head in his lap.

Dave gets up slowly, as not to disturb Jade, and walks into the room. He takes off his shades as soon as he sits down next to Casey's bedside, wiping Rose's lipstick smeared kiss off the little girl's forehead and placing his shades there. Casey giggles quietly.

"Am I a coolkid now?" she asks, staring up at him. He laughs and flicks the glasses so that they fall snugly on the bridge of her nose.

"You were always a coolkid princess. Hell, you might even be cooler than me,"

"So cool," she says, drawing out the word.

"So cool,"Dave agrees, nodding his head and letting his smile droop. "In fact, I think I have a rap to show just how cool you are,"

They rap for half an hour after that, Dave coming up with lines upon lines of rhymes with Casey adding in little bits and pieces in between. Dave is out of breath by the end, his emotions showing clearly on his face. Eyes misting up, he sniffles.

"Hey coolkid, don't cry, it's gonna be okay,"

Dave turns around and chuckles.

"You know, for a five year old, you're handling this a whole fuckin lot better than we are,"

"That's cause' I'm not going to be sick anymore,"

Dave looks up, confused.

"In a little bit, I'm not gonna be sick anymore. I'm gonna go somewhere special, somewhere where the sun shines every day, somewhere where I have as much hair as Rapunzel! I'm going to miss all of you, but I'll visit as much as I can. Rose told me that this place is really cool, and that good people go there after they die so that they can be happy,"

"That sounds like one hell of a place princess,"

Casey pauses for a moment, watching clear tears drip down Dave's face silently.

"Hey Dave,"

"yeah?"

"You believe right?"

"Believe what?"

"That there's a place, after we all die. A place where we're happy,"

Dave shudders slightly, squinting his eyes shut.

"Yeah princess, I believe, and if there's anyone who deserves to go there, it's you Case,"

Casey holds up her arms, her eyes squinching up and her mouth drooping. Dave sits down on the side of the bed and hugs her tight in his arms, burying his face in her shoulder and placing a hand on the back of her head. His eyes crease up as he quivers and begins to truly cry, little hiccups travelling through his body.

"I'm gonna miss you Dave,"

"I'm gonna miss you too Casey,"

"Stay cool Coolkid,"

"You too Princess,"

They sit there, Casey snuggling into Dave's shirt and Dave emptying his soul out, clutching the little girl whom he's grown so fond of.

He doesn't want to leave her. He wants to hold her in his arms, this fragile helpless little thing. He wants her to get better, he wants to see her gaptoothed grin and her pink cheeks, he wants to carry her on his shoulders and let her mess with his glasses, he wants to smother her with affection.

When he leaves, he receives a chap lipped kiss on the cheek from her. He places his lips on her forehead softly.

"Bye Princess,"

"Bye Coolkid. Don't forget about me,"

"I," his voice cracks as he takes a deep breath, "I won't,"

He nearly breaks down when he realizes that this is the last time he'll get to talk to her, the last time he'll see her smile.

His heart aches when he realizes she knows, she consciously knows she's going to die.

The little five year old knew that she was going to die, and she accepted it bravely.

Dave walks out of the room, leaving a little piece of his soul behind.

John was the last of the four to enter. He walks in unsteadily, sitting down on the edge of Casey's bed.

"Hi Windy Boy!" she chirruped excitedly, her voice coarse and grainy.

"Hey Caseadoodle," John said, putting on a tight lipped smile.

"Don't start crying John. The other three cried a lot and it makes me sad when I see my friends crying,"

"Alright Casey, I'll try,"

A few beats of awkward silence pass.

"I'm scared John,"

John's heart breaks right then and there as he watches Casey begin to cry. Her face remains dry, her body no longer able to create tears, but her face scrunches up in a way that's hearbreaking. He scoops her up into his arms, much like Dave had done before him. A sense of unease and alarm passes through him when he realizes how light she is. It feel wrong, so wrong.

She fists up her hand in his shirt.

"I'm scared John, I'm scared about what's gonna happen to me,"

"Shhhhh…shhhh…Casey, I know it's scary, but you have to be brave,"

"I don't want to leave you guys,"

"You won't,"

"But I'm gonna die!"

"But you won't leave us,"

Casey looks up at him, confusion written across her face.

"Why won't I leave you?"

John takes one of her tiny bony hands, and places it on his chest.

"Because you'll be in here,"

Casey sits quietly, shifting slightly so she can listen to his heartbeat. It soothes her, and her heart matches the pace. She lulls into a tranquil state, somewhere between consciousness and sleep.

"Can you stay with me John, until I die?"

John smiles down at her, eyes wet.

"I promise I will,"

She smiles sweetly and buries her head in his chest.

"I'll miss you Windy Boy,"

"Miss you too Caseadoodle,"

Casey falls asleep in his arms, and he places her on the bed, wrapping the blankets around her. He places a kiss on her forehead much as the others had.

Her mother comes in soon after to find John leaning on the bed, fast asleep with his large hand wrapped around Casey's small one. She sits at the other side of the bed, stroking her little girl's hair and remembering the goodbyes that had passed between them earlier.

"I'm going to miss you sweetheart. I love you,"

Casey smiles and mumbles in her sleep as the others shuffle in.

"Love you too Mama,"

"John, hey John. Bro, get up,"

Dave's voice sends a jolt through John's spine, making him wake up almost instantaneously. A light sobbing echoes in the background as doctors bustle around him, writing things down and talking in hushed whispers.

John makes a confused noise when he sees Casey's little body, cold and unmoving.

"She's gone man,"

"huh?"

"She…she stopped breathing an hour or so ago,"

John sits there mutely, watching the doctors travel around the frail body. Casey's mother is in the corner, sobbing into his Dad's embrace.

Casey looks peaceful as she lays there, a small smile on her face.

John feels tired all of a sudden, everything crashing down on him in a single instant.

"Take me home Dave,"

"What?"

"Just..take me home,"

Dave helps John outside, where his Bro is waiting for the two of them. A quick exchange goes through the two brothers.

"C'mon man, lets get you home. The girls are waitin in the car."

The car ride is silent, the only noise coming in from outside. Almost as soon as they get to John's house, they climb up to his room, and the four of them collapse on the bed.

They wrap themselves around each other and sob, falling asleep in a tangled mess of limbs and sorrow.

Casey's funeral happens on a crisp fall day a week after her death. The four kids dress in their best clothes and arrive at the cemetery, silent and aching.

During the funeral, a few words were spoken by the four of them, each talking about what they used to do with Casey. Jade talks about squiddles, Dave talks about music, and Rose tells them of the stories that she used to read to Casey.

John steps up.

"She used to call me her Windy Boy," he began, tears flowing freely, "Casey, she was one of the sweetest girls I'd ever met. She used to laugh and play and giggle in a way that would make you feel alive by just being around her. She used to love when I carried her on my shoulders and ran around, claiming that I taught her how to fly. She..she was like a little sister to me, and I.." he pauses, shuddering slightly, "I don't think I'll ever forget her,"

The rest of the funeral goes by until it's time to lower Casey's casket. She looks so peaceful, as if she's sleeping.

They each place an item in the casket with her. Jade places the yellow and blue squiddle. Rose places a plush salamander that she knitted for the little girl. Dave places his aviators next to her, exposing his unnatural eyes to the world.

John gives her his bunny.

"Goodbye Casey, I'll miss you,"

He places a kiss upon her cold forehead before they close the casket, sealing her inside.

It feels so wrong closing her in like that, airless and without light, almost as if she was a china doll instead of a little girl.

They each toss a little bit of dirt on top of the casket before the burial services do the rest of the work. Her tombstone is specialized, carved in the shape of her storybook salamander.

Casey Salamancer

Beloved daughter and best friend

The little girl who could make the world smile with her

2001-2006

The ride home is silent, and John's heart throbs as he stares out the window.

He was never the same again.

Hahaha...yeah...sadstuck

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