This one should be a LOT longer, sorry about last time guys!

Where am I? John walked around on an unseen floor, surrounded by darkness, shadows, and nothing. "Hello?" He asked softly, calling to no one. "Anyone?" He felt a tug at his lower abdomen, as if he was being plucked from a bowl of candies. Suddenly, he was in a very familiar place. A man sat on the edge of a bed. He shuddered and had his face in his hands. "Alex?" No response. "Alex, it's me. Can you… can you hear me?" He crept closer to him, setting a hand on his shoulder. He didn't feel Alex. He couldn't feel the wind, or the heat from the candle, or Alex. He just felt cold and empty. "No…" Suddenly the memories washed around him. The blood. The gunshot. He glanced down at the letter in his lover's hands. From his father. Tears dripped down Alex's face as he read it over and over, hoping it wasn't true. John couldn't do anything. "Alex, please, don't cry… I'm right here… I'm here…" Nothing. Alex- his Alex- was crying, and his own fucking wife was happily cooking dinner. Surely she had noticed the signs that we were more than what the world thought of us? Had she bothered to read Alex's letters? "Lexi…" All he could do was watch. And watch. And watch. Hoping, one day, he would see Alex again, and be able to comfort him, and love him, and kiss him again.

John looked at Alex's sleeping form. He had hardly slept in months. John had been thinking- if he really was…. dead, could he haunt someone, or alter and visit someone's dream? What would happen if he did? Here goes nothing.

White. That's all he saw- white. And Alex. "Alex! Alex!" He ran over. "John?" He looked happy, confused, every emotion anyone could think of. "Is it really you?" John nodded, tears forming in his eyes. "I missed you, Lexi." At this point, Alex didn't care if it was a dean, or an illusion, or anything else. He didn't want to ask. He wrapped his arms around John, embracing him. "John… please, don't leave yet." Alex whispered into his shoulder. "I won't leave. I never left." John said back. "John, I love you, so, so much… please come back…" Alex felt tears streaming down his face. "I want to, Lexi, I love you more than anything. I don't like to see you suffer."

"I can't go on like this, John. I just can't go on without you…"

"Don't say that. I'll be there every step of the way. And when you're old and dying, I'll still be there." Alex just cried into John's shoulder. "Can I… can I kiss you?" Alex asked, blushing. John smiled. He leaned down, pressing his lips to Alex's. It felt so real. "Alex, please don't forget that I love you."

"Never." Alex smiled.

"I'll see you on the other side." Laurens knew Alex was talking to him. He was so close. They gazed into each other's eyes. Eliza sobbed into the bed as Angelica comforted her. "Raise a glass to freedom." John whispered to Alex. Alex looked to John, and smiled. "I'll see you soon." He whispered with his last breath. Finally, the pain ceased, and the two were in each other's arms again.

It's 10:30 at night okay I don't know what I'm doing and my nose bled for almost an hour today I'm suffering from blood loss and sleep deprivation. This is cheesy and shitty. Please ignore my entire account.