The last concert. It's finally here. That sounds kind dumb really... I mean, the tour itself was only six shows long anyways. I miss him already. We'd packed up this morning, making sure we had everything on the buses, since we were going home after this. Well, Billy, Paul and Chris were going home. Joel and I were staying in New York to shoot ATR.

In the years to come, will you think about these moments that we shared? In the years to come, are you gonna think it over, and how we lived each day with no regrets?

Mike promised that him and Chester would watch the show every Sunday and Monday night. After we finished shooting the next 13 episodes, Joel and I planned to pay a surprize visit to them in Arizona. Since they share a house in Phoenix, it works out pretty good. And we planned to stay with them until we had to go back into the studio to begin work on a new album.

The concert flew by so fast. I could hardly seem to focus on anything except for Mike. I was lucky playing guitar was like second nature to me, or else I'd be messing up our whole set. I was now waiting outside the arena by the tour buses, waiting for Mike. Linkin Park's set was after our's, and as each band finished up, they were on their way. I just wanted to say goodbye to him. Even though I know it's going to be so hard to do so.

I wish we didn't have to leave. I just wish that it could last forever, and never end. I spotted Mike coming out of the arena and my breath hitched in my throat. This was it.

Nothing lasts forever though we want it to, the road ahead holds different dreams for you and me...

"Hey," I said softly, already feeling tears threaten to spill over.

"Hi," Mike said softly, stopping infront of me, before wrapping me in a hug. I hugged him back tightly, not wanting to let go, not now, not ever.

"God," I sniffled, giving in and letting my tears fall, "I don't know how to do this. I'm gonna miss you so fucking much Mike. I honestly have never loved anyone as much as I love you."

"I know," Mike whispered, pulling back slightly to look me in the eyes, "I feel the same. I don't know how to say it."

I leaned forward and kissed him softly, tightening my arms around him. Once we parted, I said, "Let's not say goodbye. But see ya later. Cause goodbye means forever. And we're not gonna be gone from each other forever. Not if I can help it."

Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in your heart, is the only way for destiny, sometimes goodbye, thought it hurts, is the only way now for you and me...

"I love you Benji," Mike whispered, "I always will."

"I love you too Mike," I whispered back, kissing him one last time before he was called onto the bus by the driver.

"I'll see you later," Mike sniffled, wiping his eyes, before turning and going onto the bus, and leaving me alone.

*~*~*~*

*Chester*

"This is it," I sighed as Joel and I stood outside the arena's backdoor, each of us supposed to be on our buses, but we just couldn't, not yet.

"Yeah," Joel whispered, hugging me tightly, before kissing me, "I don't wanna leave. I don't wanna say goodbye."

Though it’s the hardest thing to say, I’ll miss your love in everyway, so say goodbye, but don’t you cry, ‘cause true love never dies...

"Then don't say goodbye," I whispered back, hugging him tightly to me, "We'll see each other again. I'll make sure of it."

Joel nodded. "So will I. We’ll see each other, I promise it."

"I love you," I whispered, kissing him again, "Just remember that."

"I will," Joel whimpered, hugging me, before kissing me one last time, "I love you too Chester."

I nodded, walking hand in hand with him to the buses, before we shared one last kiss, before we each had to go onto our own buses, both of us alone again.

*~*~*~*

*Joel*

"Hey.. are you okay man?" Billy asked me softly as we got off the bus at the airport.

"Yeah," I nodded, knowing I probably looked like crap from all the crying I’d done. Benji looked worse, with his eyeliner running down his cheeks.

In a year from now, maybe there’ll be things we’ll wish we’d never said, in a year from now, maybe we’ll see each other, standing on the same street corner though it rains...

"Alright, well, you have my cell number if you need me. Good luck recording ATR," Billy smiled as he followed Paul and Chris into their own flight terminal.

"Guess we better go," I whispered as I turned to Benji, "We start recording this Sunday."

Benji nodded, following me down the crowded airport and to where we had to board our flight to New York. We got seated and Benji leaned his head on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, hugging him.

Each and every end is always written in the stars, if only I could stop the world, I’d make this last...

*~*~*~*

*Mike*

I walked into mine and Chester’s house. It seemed so... dull. I guess I didn’t realize how much fun I was having with Benji until he’s now not with me. Chester walked in behind me, dropping his bags and giving me a hug.

"We’ll see them again," Chester whispered, "I promise you we will."

And when you need my arms to run into, I’ll come for you, nothing will ever change the way I feel...

I nodded, hugging him back as more tears started to flow. "I just... I need some alone time," I whispered, pulling back from him and wiping my tears away. Chester nodded, understanding.

"Alright. I’m gonna get some unpacking done," he whispered, walking upstairs before me.

I sighed and plopped down onto the sofa, thoughts of Benji swarmiing my mind. I layed down on my back, just staring at the ceiling and seeing his face.

So say goodbye, but don’t you cry, ‘cause true love never dies...

*~*~*~*