A/N: Here is the epilogue I promised you lovely people. This is set in the future. Like, WAYYYYY in the future. After this, the story is OFFICIALLY over. And I did this on purpose because 13 is my dad's lucky number and since he survived everything last year, I figured that it's only right to make this story 13 chapters long. So here is the epilogue.

Kendall Knight sat back in his chair, staring out of the window. He moved himself slowly back to his bed and sat down. His body was frail, years of hockey injuries had caught up to him. That, and old age. He was turning 96 the next day, and had outlived his little sister who had died at age 72 from leukemia. His mom died when he was 57 from a burst aneurism in her aorta.

So now Kendall was alone, left to his memories. He couldn't walk anymore because all his years of hockey had weakened his ankles. He used his wheelchair to get around, and every day, regardless of the weather he would call the handicapped van to bring him out. He always went to one place and one place only.

He always travelled to the small plot of land reserved for his family and his three best friends. He would sit in his chair and go to the headstones of his mother and sister first, talking to them about his day. Then he moved on to his three brothers.

80 years had passed since they died in that accident. After they died, Kendall quit the performance industry. Without his brothers, the fame meant nothing. They returned to Minnesota where the three young boys were buried and Kendall attempted to move on. He finished high school and went on to college with a hockey scholarship. He was quiet and reserved, studying hard and practicing twice as hard.

He graduated and got drafted to the NHL as a center for the Minnesota Wild. He never married, never had kids. He never had another love after losing James. In fact, he never lost his virginity. He refused to be intimate with anybody because he felt guilty over James' death. He didn't regret telling James how he felt, but he believed that somehow he was at fault for the death of James, Carlos and Logan.

He played hockey for most of his adult life, retiring at 45 years old as a Hall of Fame member with a few Stanley Cups under his belt. He bought a small house and helped care for his mother until her death 12 years later. He adopted a few dogs, all pit bulls to keep him company. He attended the funerals of Gustavo and of Buddha Bob and was made the godfather of Camille's son, Logan James Roberts.

Now, he sits alone at the graves of his friends. All the headstones resonating the same message to him, beneath finely detailed angels: "Chase your dreams and follow your heart." He reached out a pale hand and ran his fingers over the carved names, remembering them at their best. Carlos with his helmet, Logan with his lab coat and James with his comb. They had all been buried with their possessions and what wasn't buried was sold at auction, leaving Kendall with only a few pictures of their lives together.

He turned slowly from the headstones, sending a silent promise to his friends that he would see them the next day. He was taken back to his nursing home and was put into his bed. He ate his dinner, took his medication and settled in for the night. He drifted off into a peaceful sleep, dreaming about his friends.

At 1:43 in the morning, the exact time of his birth 96 years before, he passed away silently in his sleep, clutching one of the pictures he had taken with his friends a few days before they had gotten into the initial crash that sent their lives spiraling away. He was lowered into the ground the next morning between his sister and his one true love. Nobody came to his funeral but his nurse since there was nobody else alive that remembered him. And as the dirt covered his casket, he ran across the Rainbow Bridge to Heaven where his friends were waiting for him, arms open and healthy. Finally, they found peace.

Closing Note: There's nothing left to say. I've said it all, there's nothing left. Thank you so much for reading, review, favoriting and just being there.