Ethan ran a hand through his hair. His head ached, his chest felt heavy with every breath he took. Black dots took over his vision. A wave of dizziness made the nausea worse. He sat on the bench his head in his hands as the tears spilled down his face.

It was a year ago that he had been fighting for his life after a car accident. It was a year since his brother had told him how much he meant to him. The year had been crazy filled with ups and downs, but nothing could have prepared him for the loneliness that consumed him, especially today.

Panic over his future, alone with no one to help him consumed him. He struggled to catch his breath, his mind filled with thoughts. A hand reached out and touched his shoulder.

'It's alright I've got you' the voice told him as the figure lay him on the ground carefully.

'H-help m-me!' he cried, desperately trying to breathe. He clutched at his chest as the pain worsened.

'It's alright, just breathe. I've got you. I just need you to breathe. Take a nice deep breath, I won't let anything happen to you' the voice assured him.

He moaned in pain, squeezing the hand that the figure had outstretched.

'Please help me' he cried.

'Breathe. Ethan, breathe. That's it a nice deep breath, and again… yeah that's right, keep doing that. You're doing really well' the voice murmured.

'I'm scared, please don't leave me' he whispered, still trying to catch his breath.

'I'm not going anywhere, just keep breathing. I'm not going to leave you, I did say forever remember' the voice told him.

The figure helped him up onto the bench. He leant against them for support as he sat down. The figure drew him into a warm embrace.

'I can't do this anymore' He muttered.

'Yes you can. I promise you that you can do anything. Just because he isn't here anymore doesn't mean that you can't do anything and that you are alone. You've still got me and I'm not going anywhere' the voice told him.

'I know but he was all I had' He muttered.

'You've got me, and he's still here, just not in person' the voice told him.

The figure pulled him closer, kissing his forehead. She held his sobbing figure tightly, trying not to cry and being as supportive as she could.

'It's so hard' he cried.

'I know baby, but you just have to keep trying, you are doing really well and he would be so proud of you'

'Do you really think so?' He asked, tears still streaming down his face.

'I know so. He told me before he died' she told him.

'Thanks Honey' he muttered, before composing himself.

'It's time to go now' He whispered as he walked towards the church. He stood beside Max, holding him as they carried the coffin into the church. Max squeezed his shoulder sympathetically as they placed the coffin on the table.

'Goodbye Caleb, I'll miss you so much' Ethan whispered before taking his seat beside his wife.