By Louise
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Thirtieth part
Monday, May 4, 2009

Still Panic at the Disco’s Spencer Smith’s point of view
Jon was more than happy to accept it. Ryan always filled Althea’s room with her favorite flowers, callas. He never failed to replace those that looked like they were already wilting. Months passed, Ryan was looking worse.
I tell him whenever I visit that even Althea wouldn’t like what he was doing to himself but Ryan would reply that it was probably his fault these things were happening. He hated leaving her alone. He told me he wanted to be there when she wakes up.
Even Althea’s mom & dad who were already used to Ryan sitting on a white plastic chair beside their daughter’s bed would remind Ryan that he has a life to live but Ryan was loyal if that word could justify his actions.
Panic at the Disco’s Ryan Ross’ point of view
Maybe God does hate me. Just when I know I was making one the best decisions in my life, this had to happen. I clutched the small box I always brought with me. I never opened it again for it was cold, it reminded me of Althea.
My once welcomingly warm Althea was now cold. I never got to reassure myself she would be warm again but I told myself I would never stop hoping. I repeated the lines I kept on memorizing. I would keep it quick. I will not pressure
her to say yes though I wish she would.