I received this sad story from an author (who wishes to remain anonymous), and, though it is not about the Backstreet Boys, I have decided to post it anyway, because it has an excellent message, and I'd like anyone who reads it to realize the meaning. I know this is supposed to be a BSB fanfiction site, and I apologize to those of you who might not like this, but I really did *like* this story when I read it. (Like, as in, liking the ideas it conveyed, not the idea of suicide.) I'm not saying you have to read this, but I am strongly recommending it.

Also, I ought to mention here that the names in the story were changed by the author, so if you know of a story that uses these exact names - it's probably not the same one.

Just thought I'd add that. Anyway, thanks for reading.