Arriving at the cemetery Sam got out of his car and walked to the grave that he had visited many times before. At some point during the journey it had started raining and now Sam was getting completely soaked. But he didn't care. It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore.

Sitting down on the grass Sam looked at the headstone in front of him. All the times he had been here he had never felt guiltier than he did now. Slowly he reached inside his jacket pocket and removed the gun that he had picked up at his apartment.

The metal was cold and hard against his skin but it reminded him of his purpose; of what he needed to do.

"I'm so sorry Matt." Sam began talking to the grave in front of him. His voice breaking with each word. "It's all my fault. I killed you. I killed your parents; your brother. I never took the blame all those years ago but I will now. I am responsible for it all and it's timed I paid the price."

Sam finished his last sentence and took a deep breath. Slowly he raised the gun to his head while silently praying for forgiveness. Taking another breath he was about to pull the trigger when he heard a voice calling to him.

At first he thought he was imagining it and tried to focus. But then he heard it again and it sounded closer.

"Jules?" her name was out of his mouth before he could stop it.

"Sam! Oh thank god." Jules cried out as she ran towards Sam to stand in front of him. "What are you doing?"

"Jules. No. Wait. You can't be here. You have to go." Sam pleaded with her.

"I'm not going anywhere Sam. I'm staying right here with you." Jules stated, keeping her voice calm as she knelt down in the wet grass in front of Sam. She noticed that he had tears in his eyes and his hand was shaking slightly as he held the gun.

"Please go. I don't want you to see this."

"No I am staying." Jules voice somehow managed to sound calm and determined despite her increasing anxiety. "Tell me why Sam. Why are you doing this?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Sam muttered while continuing to stare at the ground like had been doing since Jules arrived trying to get himself to pull the trigger. He couldn't do it though. Not in front of her. He just wanted her to go so he could end this.

"No it isn't. Please explain it to me."

"I'm a murder Jules. Plain and simple. I am the reason that they are all dead and now it's time I took responsibility for that."

"How is killing yourself taking responsibility?" Jules couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had never heard Sam sound so defeated.

"It's what I deserve. So many people die while I live. It's not fair. This is me paying the price for what I did. This is me doing everyone a favour."

"No Sam that's not what you're doing. You're running away." These words caught his attention as he finally looked up at her. "Sam you have so many people that care about you and don't want anything bad to happen to you. If you kill yourself here you're not helping anyone but you are hurting lots of people. How do you think I will feel? How am I supposed to go on when the one thing I care about most in this world has just abandoned me. Sam, I know you are hurting. I know you feel guilty about a lot of things that have happened but you have to listen to me. It is not your fault. It is not your fault that Matt died in the war; it was a terrible accident. It is not your fault that John and Chris pulled guns on our team. Not everyone can be saved Sam but you can be. You have so much ahead of you and there is no way I am letting you quit on me now. I lost you once and I am not letting that happen again." Jules was crying now and her tears mixed in with the rain that was still steadily falling.

Sam had listened to everything Jules said and he couldn't help with the tears started to escape his eyes as well. Looking at her Sam noticed every detail from the way her wet hair stuck to her face to the small look of hope flickering in her eyes. He knew in that moment that he wasn't ready to lose her yet. He couldn't deny the guilt he still felt but he also felt hope now too.

Hope that somehow Jules would be able to get him through this and they could work it out together. So slowly Sam let his hand holding the gun fall away from his head. He dropped it on the ground before leaning into Jules who immediately wrapped her arms around him burying her face in his neck.

"I love you Jules." Sam whispered.

"I love you too Sam and we will get through this together."

THE END