I've touched the rain and I've felt the greatest love in the heat of his arms. My mind is nothing but memories of him. Surviving, Hoping, Living.

The last thing I remember was that bitch shooting me, his his score of rage as my head burned in pain and the sound of a gun going off and dawn's dead eyes looking into mine.

Life is short with so few moments and so few things to make it worthwhile. Talk is cheap; I took a bullet to my brain and with his name on my lips I burned down that hell called Grady and made my way to him. I won't rest until I find him. He's going to be the last man standing and I'll be right by his side.

I know what it's like to have that person there, right beside me in every way. Every step, every breath. He is my person. I walk this life where months are now years and days are weeks. I walk this life seeing my shadow as two people. Sometimes the nights we get so bad and I would reach out and know that he was there. And now I can't, because he's not.

I will follow him. Ever since his hand touched mine and our fingers crossed. I knew I was in love. I will find him. And I will tell him.