The song "History" started to play through the speakers, we were all lined up, facing the audience, you in the center of us all, from where I was I could see how you were unable to hold back your tears.

It's our last show together as a band, our last song. We'll all go our separate ways now, but we'll be back, I know we will. It's affecting you more than the rest of us. You were the one who always opposed breaking up. You wanted us to move on, but honestly, none of us could. You've always thought you weren't good enough, that if we broke up, no one would enjoy your music, and that's not true. You're probably the most talented, the best with the fans, the one who's written the most songs in the group.

When your part of the song comes up, you can't even get the words out. Your voice fades into the background as you start to sob. So I find myself singing for you, taking your hand and pulling you close, wrapping you in a hug as you cry uncontrollably into my chest. I never imagined our last song would be like this, and I'm not complaining either. Holding you in my arms, even if it's the last time, feels good.