A/N: Well, after 142 reviews, 15215 hits, 32 favorites, and 45 story alerts, this story comes to an end. Thank you all SO SO SO much for reviewing. It's so great reading the reviews. Thank you again. I hope that all who read this fanfic will stick with me for my future stories (I already have like...4 in my mind. Thin, Someone Like You, Porcelain Fists, and Moon.) Can't wait to write them!!! thank you so much again, and here is the final chapter of When It All Falls Apart.

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When It All Falls Apart

Everything is effed up

Straight from the heart

Tell me what do you do

When it all falls apart?

"Okay...Here it goes" he whispered, trying to imagine what he would say. Her disheveled figure was sprawled on the bed, limp and uncaring. She hated to listen to his words.

"Sharpay. You are impossible. Constantly you need attention and to be babied, even though you won't own up to your own insecurities. I feel like I need to spoon feed you just so you can live! You flirt with anything that has a penis, but it was so wrong of me to be confused between you and Gabriella. I can't help it if you both are fantastic girls. I can't help it if I am not as stubborn as you.

"Not to mention you have three different personalities. When you're at school you are the "ice queen". When you were with Chris you were the "bad-ass-chick-with-a-heart-of-gold". When you are with me...you are the girl I...I love. The girl who is fantastic, giving, but still sticks to her guns. So...that's why it was so hard to choose between you and Gabby. That's why it's so hard to stay with you now.

"I could have chosen a different path. I could have stayed with Gabriella and been perfectly fine. I could have let you figure out your situation with Chris alone. I could have changed so many things along the way. Maybe I would be happier if I did...maybe you would be happier...Maybe you wouldn't be here... There are so many 'maybes' and 'what ifs'... Like, 'what if' we were better off without each other"

Finally, the man standing in front of Sharpay was at a loss for words. His chocolate eyes reached the top of his head. Calloused hands were shoved in his pockets. The distinct smell of the stuffy hospital filled his nostrils. It was like latex, sterylization and empty words containing no emotion. He let out that frustration in one puff.

Sometimes silence can be louder than actual noise. The buzzing noise that refuses to cease consumed their ears, toying with their senses. Sharpay closed her eyes trying to fathom what Troy was saying.

Did he want it to be over?

Did he wish it never happened?

Why was he saying this to her. The confusion molded into sadness, which formed almost instantly into anger.

Her eyebrows knit fiercely.

"Are you done? Because I do not need this right now. The door is to the-"

She was inturrupted by his deep voice.

"No. I'm not done. Far from it, actually." He bit

"Well please continue before my IVs come out" she replied with the same tone.

"You don't have to be so cold"

"Well isn't that just the pot calling the kettle black." Sharpay replied snidely

"Ugh! You are so-"

"Aggrivating? Bitchy? Say it, Troy! Tell me I'm everything you hate...lie to me."

"You're not everything I hate." Troy seceded meekly.

"Well...then please explain your previous tyrade."

"I wasn't done"

"You may continue"

"So...the strange part of it all is that with all the baggage you have. All of it...I still love you. I could never let you go or drown, or die. You have to believe me when I say that. When I tell you that you are not the best thing that's happened to me. But you are the most important thing to me, and you make me appreciate everything in life. I wouldn't trade you for anyone or anything. I won't ever let you go-because I can't."

There was that damn silence again.

Echoing

Booming

Out of control.

Now he was the one who was confused.

What was she feeling?

Slowly...her lips curled into a smile. Small-but it was there.

"Troy...am I...going to...to die?"

"No. Don't even talk about it, Don't even think about it."

Her eyes became glassy and shiny.

"Everything is going wrong. My parents are gone, I have no idea where Ryan is. Chris still scares me in my dreams. And...Now, I did this to myself. Troy-what do you do when it all falls apart."

"Shh..." he whispered, his warm breath dancing around her ear. The two hands that were made to touch eachother grasped for one another. Her smooth fingers tickled the back of his hands. He lifted her hand up and kissed it gently.

That was all the reassurance she would ever need.

Fin

Well...That's the end. Short-ish, but I thought it pretty much captured anything.

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Jen