This is the ending, I hope you enjoy, thanks for the support. Feel free to PM or review with questions or if you want to talk. And please, even though this is made up, just remember, for someone it might not be.

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Neither Austin or Ally did die when they overdosed.

Austin awoke from his coma exactly three days after Ally overdosed purposely and fell into a coma of her own. He awoke to his mother asleep with her hand in his, tears dried on her face, and his father sitting on the couch in his room, his head in his hands.

His first words were, "Where's Ally?"

His parents awoke with a start and hugged and apologized to their son, trying to avoid his question. But it didn't work for long.

Devastated to discover that Ally had overdosed on drugs, Austin wouldn't eat or drink anything for days, blaming himself for what happened. Blaming himself for ever introducing her perfect world to his. He swore off drugs from that very moment, wishing to rather be dead than ever touch the substances again.

A week later a miracle occured when Ally opened her eyes. Her father cried with tears of joy. And Austin apologized so deeply that she started to cry. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and never let go.

Together the two entered rehab, and stayed there for many months. It was easier for Ally, than it was for Austin, but he never gave up. And true to his word, he never touched the substances again. Ally overdosing scared his system into realizing how the drugs just didn't harm him, but harmed those he loved most.

Ally went on to go to Juilliard, as did Austin. Both followed their dreams of music, and together they opened their own music shop. That same evening Austin proposed to Ally, who happily said yes.

Several years later they found themselves in a hospital again, but this time for a very different reason. Ally gave birth to Alexander Moon, a healthy baby boy. For days after Austin wouldn't even put his child down, over joyed to have such a happy bundle his.

A couple of years later, Amy Moon followed, a little girl with Ally's brown hair, and Austin's carefree laughter. Together, Austin and Ally raised the family they never had growing up.

They still had their problems, Austin occasionally getting desperate urges for a trip. But Ally was there to help him, just how he was there for her when she would wake up screaming in the middle of the night, nightmares coming to haunt her.

Life wasn't easy, but Austin and Ally knew that, and they faced it with a smile and a song everyday. They carefully built the relationship with their children that they always wanted with their own parents, never failing with communication.

Which is probably why one winter evening, a seventeen year old Alex sat them down at the dinner table. He folded his hands carefully, and wouldn't quite meet his parents eyes. They could tell that something was up.

"What is it, son?" Austin smiled proudly at his boy who had grown up with His shock of blonde hair, and Ally's warm eyes. Alex fidgeted, but stayed strong.

"At school today, Billy offered me something," He started very slowly. "He called it acid."

At the mention of the word, both Austin and Ally were transported into a whirlwind of memories. Austin squeezed Ally's hand. "Did you take it?" Ally asked, not judging, but curious.

They watched their son shake his mop of blonde locks. "But I don't know what to do if he offers it to me again," He admitted.

Austin caught Ally's eye. They were both older now, no longer the spry youth they had once been. But their memories were sharp, and together they shared a sad smile. After a moments pause, Austin turned to his conflicted son. He was about to tell him something that his parents had kept locked up for far too long.

"Let me tell you the story of a girl and boy named Austin and Ally..."

The point of this story was not simply for entertainment. While this is a work of fiction, hundreds of kids in your own city suffer with substance abuse. And not all of them have a happy ending like Austin and Ally did. Your actions affect others, for better, or for worse. Make a difference.

Share your story with the world.

No one's judging.

Instead we're listening.