Date: Tue, 11 Dec 2012 14:25:51 +0000
From: whiteryan65@gmail.com
Subject: Please Remember Me ch 5

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Please...Remember me

Previous Chapter: Werner was determined to find out who THAT kiss came from
and he confronted Franzette, asking her straight out if she had been lying
to him. Franzette gave a stunning performance ofcourse, stating that Werner
must have been cheating on her, making the latter feel guilty. Ryan thought
back to four months previously, to Werner's 17th birthday, when he gave him
a small, plastic ring as a symbol of their love, which only fitted on his
pinky finger. Werner found the plastic ring on his key chain, and
immediately had a flashback of Ryan when he placed it on his finger.
Franzette confronted Ryan about telling Werner the truth, when Werner
stormed in. Franzette then purposely "outted" Ryan to Werner, and ordering
him to leave the house with her. Werner however, showed Ryan the plastic
ring, when Ryan confirmed that he was gay. Werner asked Ryan straight out
why he was so attracted to him, but before Ryan could answer, Franzette
slammed a glass flower vase on his head, rendering Ryan unconscious. Werner
quickly called his dad to send an ambulance, but as he held Ryan's hand, he
recieved the biggest flashback yet...a clear memory that he had held Ryan's
hand before. This is the LAST chapter. ENJOY!!*

Chapter 5

The machines were peeping and making noises non stop. Ryan was still out in
his hospital bed, a big bandage wrapped around his head. It was so ironic
as just a couple of weeks ago, the roles were completely reversed. Then it
was Ryan who held Werner's hand, begging for him to wake up from his coma,
and even though Ryan was just unconscious, it was a stunning contrast to
those days. Werner pleaded with the Lord Almighty to take care of Ryan. The
sweat was dripping from his brow. The moment he placed the little plastic
ring on his finger earlier that afternoon, it was like the black curtain
that stood between himself and his memories were drawn open just a
little. He knew deep inside him that it was Ryan who gave him that ring,
and when Ryan confirmed that afternoon at his house that he was gay, Werner
knew he was right. Deep inside of him, which he STILL could not explain,
was a flush of feelings pouring out towards the boy laying infront of
him. All he knew was that he HAD to get to Ryan's house and find out the
truth. Werner stood up and walked to the window, looking down at the
parking area. He was a FOOL to believe all those LIES that Franzette had
fed him. He had no recollection of his memory before he woken up from his
coma, so that was the only thing to go on. The fact that she was beautiful
didn't help either. Now he knew she was nothing but a little cheap skate
slut.

He turned back towards Ryan. He tried his hardest, he forced his brain to
remember just WHAT exactly happened between him and Ryan. Were they a
couple? Were they more than just best friends? If so, why didn't Ryan tell
him before? Or his dad? Unless his dad didn't know...but the more Werner
thought about it, the more it made sence. Franzette knew that she could
pretend that she was his girlfriend, and the reason for that was, that if
himself and Ryan were a couple, then they didn't tell anyone. That little
bitch KNEW that and created her plans around that.

Werner jumped a little as he heard the door open. It was Doctor Rachel
Volhanten, Franzette's mom aswell as another man along with her. They were
taking quietly until they saw Werner.

"Hi Werner, its nice to see you again. Sorry about the circumstances
though," Dr Volhanten said as she went on her duties to check Ryan's
vitals, blood pressure and his general state of health.

"Yeah..." Werner said, not actually really wanting to speak with her. Deep
in his heart he knew that Dr Volhanten MUST have known that he and her
daugther was NOT a couple, but she never questioned it. She just assumed
that he was Franzette's secret lover. His focus was then on the older man
who entered the room with Dr Volhanten.

"I know you don't remember me, but I'm..."

"Uncle Jacques!"

Werner immediately placed his hand infront of his mouth in shock. So did Dr
Volhanten. Jacques Black couldn't believe his ears. Werner's eyes were
bloodshod and wide as the River Teems. Jacques gently walked over to Werner
and embraced the shaking younger boy in his arms. He could feel the boy's
body trembling as he softly started to cry. Dr Volhanten was satisfied by
Ryan's condition, and she knew it was only a matter of time before he woke
up, so she decided to leave them in peace, and quietly closed the door
behind her. Jacques continued to rock Werner in his strong arms, caressing
the back of his head in comfort. Finally Werner felt like he had cried
enough and started to pull away from Jacques's embrace, staring into the
eyes of Ryan's dad.

"I...I remembered you..." Werner whispered, stating the obvious.

"I cannot believe it either, Son. Your dad told me that you didn't even
remember either him, nor Cameron! Not even Ryan..."

"Uncle Jacques...please would you answer a few questions for me? Please
don't lie to try and protect me from the truth or whatever, okay? If you
know the answer, please tell me."

"I will, Son. I promise, if I can answer any questions you have, I
will. Fire away."

Werner walked over to Ryan and slowly sat down in the chair next to the
bed. He gently took hold of Ryan's right hand and folded it into his own.

"Is Ryan gay?" he asked.

"Yes, he is," Jacques answered, dreading Werner's reaction, but there was
none.

"How long have we been friends?"

"Since Kindergarden. You two met when you injured yourself on the
playground and he helped you back to class, and home after school was
done. From there on, the two of you were inseperable."

Werner suddenly remembered the dream he had the previous evening...that one
where he was stuck and couldn't move, and was forced to watch a little boy
dribbling a soccer ball, before he fell to the ground, and another boy came
running up to him, helping him up...he sighed and closed his eyes before
taking a HUGE breath...

"Uncle Jacques...am I gay?"

Jacques hesitated a few seconds, but when he saw the pain and desperation
on the teenager's eyes, he slowly nodded.

"And...before the accident, were Ryan and I in a relationship?"

The last and probably the most important question that Werner had ever
asked anyone in his young life was answered with a tear rolling down
Jacques Black's face, confirming to Werner what he needed to know. Gently,
careful not to hurt Ryan, he stood up and placed a kiss on his forehead,
closing his eyes as he did so.

A FLASHBACK as clear as daylight immediately sprinted through his brain...a
woman sitting at a table...she was drinking tea...she was yelling at
him...telling him to get out of the house...Werner refused...he needed
Ryan...he wanted Ryan near...he WANTED to be CLOSE to him!!! Werner, as if
in a movie, saw himself running out of the house at lightning speed,
desperate to get to Ryan as his chest was starting to get out of
breath...he didn't look at the oncoming traffic...all that he saw was the
Mercedes storming towards him who had no chance of stopping before it hit
him...

"Son...Werner are you okay? You look a little pale, should I get a nurse or
something?" Jacques asked. The kid was really not looking good.

"No...I have everything I need right here..." Werner said with a choke in
his throat. He took hold of Ryan's hand yet again and wrapped it in his
own. He kissed Ryan's knuckles before allowing his tears to fall on top of
the hard flesh. He KNEW he loved Ryan. He KNEW that they were a couple
before the accident. Then WHY could he STILL NOT remember any of their
times together? What the hell would it take for him to finally REMEMBER
Ryan??

***

Cameron was in the kitchen making himself a beef turkey sandwich when he
heard the front door open and close. A few seconds later, Werner entered
the house with a dejected look on his face.

"What's up buddy?" Cameron asked worryingly.

"Fuck knows...I remembered that Ryan and I were in a relationship."

"DUDE!! That's fanstastic!! I knew it was only a matter of time! How's he
doing? Has he woken up yet? Dad told me some bitch smashed his head in with
a vase or something."

"Yeah...Franzette Fucking Volhanten. Jeez Cameron, she lied to me from the
fucking start, how was I so stupid to believe her lies?"

"Come on, buddy. U have...had amnesia! Her mom was the doctor who operated
on you. Its only natural that you WOULD believe her. Anyway, with your
memory gone, the LAST thing you would have thought was that you were gay
and in love with Ryan," Cameron said before placing half of his sandwich in
Werner's hand.

"I know man...I just hope and pray Ryan wakes up so I can tell him and show
him how much I love him. But..."

"But what?" Cameron asked in between bites of sandwich.

"I STILL cannot remember me and Ryan being together at ALL! Not one moment,
not one kiss, not one single fucking memory of us. I even remember Mom
chasing me out of the house, telling me I was no longer welcome because I
was gay. I remember running to school because I wanted to see Ryan so much
that I didn't look where I was going and that's why the Mercedes ran me
over. I remember YOU, Cam. I remember Dad. I remember Franzette being this
lonely girl who hung out in libraries all the time. I remember being sorry
for her, AND I remember sure as hell NOT ever going out with her, let alone
being in a fucking relationship. But for the life of me, Cam...I CANNOT
remember Ryan."

"That's weird, bro. That's actually a fucking good question...okay, lets
test you. Who are the current English Premier League champions?"

"Fucking Manchester City, because Aguero scored in the last minute against
QPR to win the game 3-2 on the final day."

"Correct buddy! Okay...uhm...what did you give me for my birthday this
year?"

"That's easy, I didn't know what to get you, so I gave you 100 bucks."

"Bullseye! What's Ryan's favourite drink?"

"That would be...uhm...that would be...FUCK!! I dont fucking know! You see?
Why can't I remember him?"

Werner slammed his fist on the kitchen table before being embraced by his
brother. The frustration at not being able to remember Ryan was getting
totally beyond his control. Just then his mobile peeped, and Werner pulled
away from Cameron to check the message that had come through.

"Werner, this is Dr Rachel Volhanten. You didn't look too good earlier and
I wondered if you could come over to the house? Just for a check up. Please
let me know."

"Something wrong?" Cameron asked.

"Nah...its the doctor who operated on me. She wants to check up and see how
I'm doing. She was in Ryan's room this morning when I recognised his
dad. She probably wants to make sure im taking things
slowly...FUCK...Franzette will probably be there."

"Werner, you're going to see her mom, not her. Tell her you got your memory
back and you want nothing more to do with her. Simple as that."

***

Dr Rachel Volhanten wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to
believe that what was happening was all a dreadful nightmare. Unfortunately
it was the sheer reality. She closed her eyes, hoping that when she would
open them, it would all just go away. But when she opened them...it was all
still there. She was still tied up to the kitchen chair. She still had a
thick piece of tape covering her mouth. She could still see and hear her
beautiful little Franzette laughing out loudly like a maniac, with her
mom's cellphone laying on the floor, completely distroyed.

***

Ryan moaned as he finally woke up from the deep sleep that he was in. His
eyes were struggling to focus as he looks around him. Was this a hospital
room? He spotted his dad sitting in the chair next to his bed, and gently
reached out and slapped his arm. Jacques Black was stunned awake, but the
moment he saw his son was up and about, he laughed and flicked Ryan's nose.

"Fuck that hurts!" Ryan said, rubbing his now reddish nose.

"I'll forgive that due to the circumstances. How you feeling, Son?"

"My head is splitting..."

"It would be. You recieved quite the bang on it."

Ryan's mind immediately diverted back to earlier that afternoon...he and
Franzette were arguing...suddenly Werner was there...Franzette told Werner
he was gay...Werner showed him the plastic ring and then...then everything
became blank before him...

"What happened, Dad? Why am I here? Where's Franzette and Werner?"

"Son, according to Werner, this Franzette girl slammed a glass vase on your
head. That's why you're here, you have concussion. Thank God that's all you
have. I was going to head over to the Volhanten's home later when you woke
up to confront that little bitch. Werner called Jacob Cleverley and the
ambulance brought you here."

"So Werner is okay?" Ryan demanded, his eyes big and wide.

"He's fine. He's more than fine, Ryan. He remembers everything."

"WHAT?? How? When was this?"

"Slow down, Tiger! Its not all good news. Yes, Werner doesn't have amnesia
anymore. He remembers everything that went on before the
accident. Except..."

"Except??"

"Oh Son...for some fucked up reason he still cannot remember you or your
relationship...I'm sorry, buddy..."

"Oh great, Dad. That's just GREAT! My boyfriend's memory is back...but he
cannot remember me? That's BULLSHIT, there Dad! Why can he remember
everything else but NOT me?"

"I don't know, Son. I really don't. Give it more time, Ryan. I'm sure..."

"No Dad. You know what? Werner can't remember me, because he doesn't WANT
to remember me. He had completely cut me out of his life, and this proves
it. Just go Dad, please just go, I really wanna be alone right now...JUST
GO!!"

As Jacques sadly made his way out of the room, Ryan forced himself not to
cry. He swore on his life, never to cry another tear over Werner Cleverley
ever again.

***

Werner rang the bell infront of the Volhanten home. He just wanted to get
this check up done as soon as possible. He really didn't wanna run into
Franzette. When the front door opened, he saw Dr Volhanten standing in the
doorway. Something was wrong though...she didn't look like her usual
self...

"Afternoon, Werner. Please come in," Dr Volhanten said, almost robotically.

"Afternoon, Doctor. Thanks," Werner said and entered. The moment the door
closed behind him, he felt a cold object behind his neck.

"Hey baby..."

"Franzette! What the hell...?"

"No baby...I'm talking right now. If you don't sit on that chair right now,
I will blast my mom's brains away right here, right now. You heard me. Mom,
tie him up! DO IT NOW!!"

Rachel Volhanten sniffed and wiped her tears away as she pulled Werner
towards the kitchen table and placed him on the chair where she was still
tied up moments before. She slowly started to tie Werner up.

"You better do it tightly. If I had a suspision that you're trying to help
my boyfriend escape, you WILL pay," Franzette threatned. She held the 9 mil
Smith & Wesson in her hands, the gun fully focused on her mom doing her
job. Poor Doctor Volhanten inherited the gun from her late husband,
Franzette's father. Werner knew that he was in danger. Fuck...she had a
GUN!!

"No...don't bother with taping his mouth shut....I wanna hear his sweet
voice. But Werner...as much as I love you...if you dare scream or make any
noise, I will kill my mom. I will make you watch her brains being
splattered over you. Im not fucking around."

Dr Volhanten's soft cries and sniffs could be heard as she continued to tie
Werner up. When Franzette was finally finished, she lowered the gun.

"Mom...would you please excuse us? Place those earphones on your ears. I
don't want you to overhear our love talk."

Once more Rachel Volhanten had no choice but to obey her daughter's pcycho
demands.

"Finally. You're here. You're mine. I'm gonna show you how much I love
you."

"Franzette...what have I ever done to you??" Werner pleaded.

"Baby...you could never harm me. Remember, me and you are in a secret
relationship! That's why my mom isn't allowed to hear us! Come here and
give the love of your life a kiss."

Werner turned his head sideways like crazy when Franzette approached him,
refusing to lower himself to her demands. Franzette didn't give up
though...she had the usage of her arms which Werner didn't and grabbed hold
of his face. She held it still between her hands and passionately placed
her lips on his. Werner tried to get free from her grip as best he
could. He LURCHED forward and head butted Franzette HARD against her
face. Franzette yelled in pain and fell backwards, her hands covering her
face. Dr Volhanten, noticing what was going on, quickly dashed forward to
grab hold of the gun that Franzette had slipped from her
hands. Unfortunately, Franzette had the exact same idea. She launched
herself at the gun, and it quickly became a struggle for life and death for
that weapon that was changing hands every few seconds in the tussle. Werner
tried his best to get free from the chair he was tied up on, but to no
avail. Finally the gun landed in the complete control of someone's hands as
the other tripped over her feet and fell over the coffee table. Werner knew
it was the beginning of the end when Franzette defiantly held the gun
between her shaking fingers, pointed directly at her mom. Dr Volhanten,
could only close her eyes before the gun shot thundered through the house.

***

Since Ryan had nothing more than concussion and demanded to be taken home,
there was nothing that the doctors could do to keep him there for
observation. It was not life threatening, and with a lot of rest (which he
could do at home) he would be fine. Ryan was already fully dressed when
Jacques entered the room with a Dairy Milk chocolate slab.

"There you go, eat that. It will help build up your energy. We just have to
wait for Doctor Green to sign your release papers."

"Doctor Green? I thought it was Franzette Volhanten's mom who treated me?"

"It was, but she went home early today. Haha, Doctor Green told me that no
one could believe Dr Volhanten wasn't here, because she NEVER takes any
time off. Oh well, you're going home and that's all that counts, I guess."

Just then, a familiar face peeked into the room.

"You still looks like shit, dude!"

"Cameron! What the hell are you doing here, dude?" Ryan jumped up and
embraced his best friend's brother. Its been crap long since he saw him.

"Well my dad's at work and he asked me to collect Werner's medication."

"Let me guess, he's too lazy to do it himself?" Jacques joked.

"Nah, not this time haha! No Dr Volhanten texted him and asked him to go
over there so she could do a check up on him. I told my dad that she
probably has his pills with her, but you know how he is. "Rather make sure
than be sorry". I called her phone number before I came here, but no one
answered. That's why I drove over here. Im glad to see you're not seriously
injured, buddy. Werner told me what happened."

"Look Cam...I know you mean well, but I really don't wanna talk about
Werner right now," Ryan said sadly.

"Oh Ryan...dude you should have seen him. He was beating himself up so much
at home because he could still not remember you. He said that he felt LOVE
for you in his heart, he KNEW that he loved you. I don't know why he cannot
remember you. It fucking blows."

"He really said that, Cameron?" Ryan asked, whispering.

"I wouldn't lie to you, pal," Cameron said, patting Ryan on the shoulder.

Just then Doctor Green entered the room, with a bunch of paperwork in his
hands.

"There you go, Mr Black, just sign there...and you Ryan...over there. Good,
thank you. I suggest you come in again sometime in the week when Doctor
Volhanten is back, just to be on the safe side. She apologised that she
couldn't be here, but she had a urgent family crisis as her uncle in the
South Coast suddenly past away."

Cameron looked confusedly at Ryan, who in turn suddenly frowned. If Dr
Volhanten had a family emergency...why would she text Werner to come over
to her house for a check up?

Like ONE person, both Cameron and Ryan suddenly yelled:

"FRANZETTE!!!"

***

"You bastard!! Get HARD!! Get HARD now!!!" Franzette screamed in
frustration as she bent down to take Werner's cock into her mouth and suck
it to hardness. She had been trying to her best to get his cock hard for
over 15 minutes now. No matter how much she sucked it, caressed it, stroked
it or pampered it, Werner's penis simply refused to harden. Franzette was
sucking the limp cock over and over, tasting skin only. No pre cum. No
single sence of exitement. She spat out the dick and grabbed it with both
her hands, and started stroking it viciously while licking the bare cock
head. Still...NOTHING.

"Fuck this...you really are a fucking faggot, aren't you?" Franzette
sneered before she slapped Werner through his face, hard. She then rushed
over to the coffee table where her mom's body layed and picked up the
telephone. She ripped the cord off and walked over to Werner. Before he
could say or do anything, he slammed the phone on his head and once more
through his face. Blood spurted over Werner's body and over Franzette's
hands. Werner gasped for breath. There was blood everywhere! He could hear
Franzette somewhere in the kitchen searching for something.

The moment that he heard the noise stop...he started to get worried and his
heart was beating lightning speed through his chest. Until know, he wasn't
worried of her harming him because he knew she was obsessed with him...but
not anymore. And he was comfirmed correctly when he saw her, through his
bloody eyes, standing infront of him with a huge carving knife.

"Franzette...please, don't do this, please IM BEGGING YOU!!!"

"Get hard."

"WHAT?"

"Get hard for me. Or else, I'm slicing your cock off your fucking
balls. Because if I can't have your dick in me, NO ONE can!! If that dick
cannot satisfy ME and only ME, than it can satisfy NO BODY!!"

Werner pleaded with himself to let his cock get hard. He tried everything
he possibly could. But he was scared. His heart rate was beyond what it
should be. It was nearly impossible to get a erection when someone was
threatning you with a knife to cut your dick off. Oh please God...Please
God!! I still wanted to do so much in life, he thought. I wanna tell Ryan
how much I love him...RYAN!!!

Suddenly ANOTHER flashback drove through Werner's memory. Himself and Ryan
were laying on a bed. Both looked a little younger than they were
presently. Werner saw himself staring deep into Ryan's eyes. His hand
reached up and caressed Ryan's beautiful face.

"I love you..." he heard himself say before closing the gap between them
and kissing Ryan. Immediately the big black curtain that had been hiding
his memories of Ryan was RIPPED APART!! It was like all those happy times
with Ryan just tumbled out before him. Suddenly he remembered Ryan's smell,
his laugh, his caresses, his kisses...his love. The dark shadow that had
been keeping them apart was destroyed at last.

The cluttering noise of the knife falling to the ground shook Werner out of
his flashback. He nervously looked down. Franzette had dropped the knife
and was sucking his HARD dick like a pro slut. Over and over she licked the
now hard cock, bathing it in her saliva and moaning like a true bitch on
heat. Werner knew that he only achieved an erection thinking of Ryan and he
knew he had to keep it up until he could find SOME way of getting out of
here. He closed his eyes and relieved that particular memory in his
flashback further. He could clearly remember everything now. That was the
first time both of them lost their virginities to eachother. They were so
much in love. After both boys came inside one another, they peacefully fell
asleep with eachother's arms, Ryan whispering that Werner was his
life. Werner whispering back that Ryan was his soul.

Werner's balls suddenly draw back into their sacks as the teenager started
to unload a torrent of cum into Franzette's mouth. She was NOT prepared for
the sheer amount that blasted into her throat as she started to cough
fiercely. Ryan stood up, his still puffy cock dangling in the air, his arms
still tied to the chair. With the heavy chair still strapped to his back,
he walked over to Franzette, who was coughing on the ground and KICKED her
right in her vagina.

Franzette screamed like a man possessed at the sheer pain travelling
through her most private parts. Werner made his way as fast as he could to
the door and tried to open it up without the use of his arms, but to no
avail. Just then, he saw a car stopping infront of the house, with Cameron,
Ryan and Uncle Jacques all getting out and storming towards the house.

"HELP!! I'M IN HERE!! HELP!!!" Werner screamed at the top of his voice,
before he was pulled back by the chair on his back and slammed to the
floor. Just then the front door was blasted open and the TWO men looked at
the insane vision before them. Werner was laying on his side with a chair
tied to his back, and Franzette Volhanten was standing over him, breathing
heavily, still in pain, and she pointed the loaded gun at Werner.

"Franzette...we can sort all of this out. Please, drop the gun," Jacques
said.

"When hell freezes over!" Franzette screamed, totally devoid from any
emotion.

"One more step from one of you and I WILL KILL HIM!! If I can't have him,
no one can!"

"Franzette, please...oh my...is that Doctor Volhanten?" Cameron asked in
disbelief. The elegant doctor was laying on her back in a pool of blood
with two gunshot wounds in her stomach.

"YES!! YES!! She wanted to keep me and my husband apart! I have him INSIDE
me!! I have his SPERM inside me!! No one of you can EVER take him away from
me ever again!!"

Franzette was so full of herself and what she had achieved that she never
heard the person behind her. Only when she stopped yelling, she senced a
presence and quickly turned around. It was Ryan.

"Get away from MY boyfriend..." he said before wacking her as hard he could
with the cricket bat he found in the back of the yard. Franzette staggered
on one spot from the massive blow and finally dropped down to the floor.

"Werner, come on, lemme help you," Ryan said, quickly getting to work on
the ropes that tied with latter to the chair. When he was finally free,
Werner threw himself at Ryan, holding him ever so tight, NEVER wanting to
let him go EVER again. The moment that Ryan felt Werner in his arms again,
he knew that Werner FINALLY remembered him. The two teenage lovers didn't
need any words. Their heart beating for the other, was more than enough.

***

Five years on

"By the powers vested in me...I pronounce you...husband, and husband. Ryan
and Werner, you may kiss your partners."

The entire church hall echoed in massive cheers as the two 22 year old men
passionately pledged their ever lasting love to one another. They were also
celebrating Ryan graduating just the previous day. Ryan was now a fully
qualified Marine Biologist, wheareas Werner still had some while to go
before he was finished. If you guess that he was studying to become a
Neurosurgeon, you would be correct. The confetti and flowers sparkled as
they were greeted at the door of the church. Nothing could spoil this
day. It was theirs. Now and forever.

Later than afternoon, before leaving on their honeymoon, there were two
stops that they had to make. Both Jacob Cleverley and Jacques Black
embraced their sons, wishing them a long and happy life together, while
Cameron was waiting in the car to take them to the airport. Both Werner and
Ryan kneeled down to give Cameron's three year old son, Werner Jr a hug and
a kiss each before they finally departed.

Their first stop was at Sterkfontein Mental Centre. They were told that
Franzette Volhanten was doing well, but that sometimes she could go on
unexplainable, yet controlled rages. The Head of the Centre however told
them that Franzette would be needing specialist care for the rest of her
life. She couldn't be allowed in the outside world as she was still
somewhat a danger to society.

Their final stop was at the Cemetery. Both Werner and Ryan took a bunch of
flowers from the wedding and took them to a certain tombstome. Once they
placed the flowers neatly around it, getting rid of the worn out and dead
ones, Ryan placed his arms around Werner, while both stared at the sight
before them.

"Here lies Rachel Volhanten

Loving mom and doctor

25 Feburary 1966 - 11 December 2012"

"What are you thinking, babe?" Ryan asked, holding Werner tighter against
him.

"She saved my life. Twice. I can never thank her enough..."

Together they walked back to the car where Cameron was still patiently
waiting.

"Can you believe we're actually married?" Werner asked Ryan, taking his
hand.

"Yes I can. Because its true. And because I love you more than anything
Werner Cleverley Black."

"Not as much as I love you, Ryan Cleverley Black."

And as the car carrying the two newly weds to the airport started to travel
on the highway, so did the next chapter in their life. One that promised
ever lasting love and happiness.

Just two boys who simply one day met on the playground when the one tripped
over his soccer ball.


END OF THE SERIES!!!

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