Don't wake me up, not just yet.- Anderperry

ALTERNATE ENDING

(Do read the original one because I'll skip a few parts of it)

At the park, laying on his lap and everything was just so peaceful and perfect. Having him back and being this close again, so close. But despite the perfect breeze of the wind, the perfect silence in the atmosphere, the perfect glow of light from the moon, nothing compared to Neil. How his hair flowed against the wind, his face, his smile, just him. He was all to admire tonight.

2:58... in just 2 minutes, this beautiful man is bound to disappear right in front of my eyes. He'll be gone like none of this ever happened. "Neil... I love you..." I whispered. He didn't say anything back but only stared. He was smiling, not in a creepy way, no, in a genuine and soft way. Smile where it wasn't just his lips but his cheeks and eyes too.

"Neil?..." I called out one last time... 1 minute.

And in a blink of an eye, then comes 3:00 AM. But Neil was still here, still smiling, lap still underneath my head, still holding me. And then he spoke.

"I love you too, Todd."

"How are you still here, Neil? What are you not telling me?" I begged for an answer. It's past his curfew and he was still here. "I didn't save you and now... we can finally be together again. Forever this time."

"Neil, what? What is going on? What do you mean? Am I dead?" I asked, tears streaming down my cheeks, falling to my chest as I shrieked

"I'll take care of you, Todd. Don't worry okay?" He says and pulls me in for a hug. And I sobbed onto his shoulders for the rest of the night.

This is what I wanted, isn't it?

The next few days came my funeral. My parents were there, my brother too. My brother was the only one crying out of all of my relatives. He was the only one that ever cared, but it's okay. I feel bad for leaving him but he'll be okay right? Our parents love him anyway.

Then there were my past few friends back in grade school, few teachers from Balincrest too surprisingly. But I didn't care about all that too much. It's not like they cared at all.

Then came The Dead Poets, holding my coffin on their shoulders. I felt guilty having to see their eyes so red and puffy, nose a big runny. Mr. Keating was crying the most and it was gut wrenching seeing him look so sad. I've always seen his face with a smile, even when he bid his goodbyes, he was smiling, looking hopeful.

"It's okay, I felt guilty too." Neil says, putting a hand on my shoulder. I smiled and leaned myself against him. "Does the guilt last too long?" I asked.

"I hope not." He says.

"Funny how that was how I looked that day on your funeral." I said as I pointed at the Dead Poets. Neil chuckled before giving me a tight hug in which it almost made me burst into tears. I hugged him back just as tightly.

I wish I could have hugged my friends. Me and Neil tried despite knowing they wouldn't feel it at all. But it's okay. We'll protect them.

All I know is soon we'll be complete again. Take the name of "The Dead Poets Society" into our soul and become one of them.