~Tony's POV~
I really hated talking about that time. Friends, family, and music are the three things in my life that I cherish most. I respect, love, and protect them to the best of my ability, and by hurting Jaime, that had been the second time I failed someone I cared about. I also failed my little sister, Cara.

Cara was the perfect, picturesque teenager. Until she commited suicide.

She called me, but I was in the middle of one of our first shows, so I ignored it. We went out drinking afterwards, and I didn't check my phone until morning. The last voicemail from her was as long as they can be, almost entirely silence following a gunshot. It turns out her boyfriend had been abusing year for the entire two years they were together, but we all believed the facade she put on.

I should have done something differently.

I don't even realize I'm crying until I hear the door open and Laura ask in a worried voice, "Tone-Tone? What's wrong?"

With her words, I burst into tears. They're so alike, Laura and Cara; I guess that's part of why I'm so protective of my Lala. She sits on the sofa and pulls me so my head is in her lap, my legs stretched across the expanse of the couch. Until I calm down a bit, we just sit there like that, with Laura brushing my hair out of my face and humming to me. I finally smile when she sings "You Are My Sunshine" to me.

"There's Tony's smile." Laura laughs a little, but her face turns serious quickly. "What's wrong, love?"

I start my story, telling it just as I thought it, and watch Laura's face carefully. Her face remains stoic the entire time I speak.

"No." Is all she says at first, causing me to quirk an eyebrow. "No, Tony. That was not your fault. She made the choices she made, and her boyfriend made the choices he made, and it ended up hurting you. That is not in any way, shape, or form, your fault, even slightly. She knew you were playing a show. She knew she could have talked to you. Those were her decisions Tone, not yours. You are not responsible for her death, just as you weren't for her life."

I just sit there in awe for a moment. No one has ever been honest like that before. It's always been 'Don't be so tough on yourself', never anyone actually telling me that I'm wrong. I've had thoughts like she's said before, but I've been too guilty to let them become reality.

"Thank you." I whisper, as I finish crying and sit up, and that's all Laura needs to know I'm okay. She still takes the time to wrap me in her arms and whisper all sorts of random crap in my ear to make me laugh

"If it would make you feel better Tony, we could visit her grave when we get home tomorrow." I nod at Laura's words, thinking some closure would do good. She smiles. "Good, now let's go, we've got a show to do!"

This one's for Cara.