Henry got inside after Hunter, he was sure someone was walking after them. He got uncomfortable thinking they were after him. Hunter, noticing his uneasiness, held his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"You don't think you are being followed, do you?" He whispered in his ear.

"It is not safe here" Henry whispered back, looking around.

"I will not be with you for a long time, you have to keep all the fears behind you at this moment. I hate that scary look. I am responsible for keeping you save" to support his words, Hunter gave Henry a reassuring smile.

"What should I bring you?" A waiter called their attention. He was the only worker in the place, Henry understood all the others had left the place for them to have a quiet time.

"Champagne would do" Hunter gave Henry a smile.

"Are we celebrating something? I think I should feel a little out of the world" Henry frowned.

"That is not going to suit the purpose I brought you here. I hate it when you are concentrating on a drink when there is something important I want to tell you" Hunter sat down and pointed to the chair opposite him for Henry to sit.

"You brought me all the way from home to discuss this with me? I am curious to know what it is" Henry dragged out the chair to allow himself on it.

"I hope you will be happy after hearing it" Hunter shrugged.

"A clue of what it is?" Henry took the hood off his head, already feeling heat.

"Hmmm…." Hunter curved his head sideways, a taunting smile on his face.

"I am damn anxious to hear it"

"I really want to commend you for all you have done. I mean, you are one big person. I am lucky to have met you. You are one important person in my life" Hunter said, looking at the picture of a half naked woman on the wall. He was not sure of how he would approach Henry.

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"I don't think it is necessary for you to appreciate me. I should be doing that, not you. You picked me when I thought it was all over. When I thought I was not worth living, you help show me I can be who I want to be if I work at it" Henry was getting emotional. If he didn't control it, he would get angry, especially with the image of Amy forming in his mind.

"If you had not taken all my words to heart, it would not have been possible for me to stand here today. Then, I didn't have a clue that it would be possible for me to come to an expensive place as this" the pains in his chest ws getting more severe. If he will not say what he has to say fast he would not be able to tell Henry before he passes out. And if he passed out again this time, he was not sure he would be able to survive it.

"Here" the waiter dropped the champagne and two cups on the table.

Hunter poured in the two cups and took one of it, passing the other to Henry, he raised the cup up in a toast.

"Cheers to our meeting, ' Hunter said as the cup clicked. In his mind it was 'cheers to our last meeting'. He knew that would be the last time Henry would see him- alive.

"I will be very happy and fulfilled if you reconcile with Amy. She really loves you" Hunter took a sip of the champagne, he had said a bit of what he wanted to say

"I am sorry, Hunter, I cannot" the way he said the words made Hunter's heart skip a beat. He meant it!

"If you are not going to do it, it's okay," Hunter said painfully.

"I am sorry" Henry faked a smile, before filing his cup again.

"Try as much as possible not to forget me" it was out of line. Hunger knew he was not supposed to say it. It might make Henry more suspicious, but who cares? This is his last moments, he should not care, and he would not care. It doesn't matter how the words come, as long as he passes the information he meant to pass to Henry.

"What do you mean forget you? That is the last thing that will happen. Even if I get my brain wiped off, I will remember everything about you clearly" Henry laughed it off.

Hunter was going to say something else when the door flung open. He turned to the door angrily. What the hell was the owner of the bar up to? He had instructed him not to allow anyone in when he comes. The sudden turn sent pains into his head. His chest hurt badly.

He held to his chest, trying to make sure Henry didn't see him, but it was too late, he had seen him. The horror on Henry's face was enough to tell him how pained his expression was. He cursed under his breath. Thus was not the time for him to show how badly his chest was. Henry should not know how he feels.

With barely noticeable movement, Henry was beside him, holding him to his body. Hunter was breathing heavily. Damn it! He was not supposed to show anything.

"I am okay, let's continue…." His words trailed off as his head falled backward in his seat. He clutched his chest tightly.

Something sharp got its way through his back. He was not sure what it was, but whatever it was, it made the pains more severe. He could not hold himself any longer. His head still fell back in the chair.

Horror on his face, Henry stared at the blood that was in his hand. It was coming from Hunter's body. He had been shot!

His clothes were soaked with blood within seconds, Henry raised his head to look at the door, and there the bastard was, shivering with the gun still in his hand.

The fact that he made no attempt to leave where he was made Henry more angry. Hunter jerked forward in his hand as if trying to tell him something. Henry slowly brought his face to him, he needed no one to tell him Hunter was dead.