Fallon

I spent a week by his side in the hospital. We played poker with marshmallows as our cash, and he wrote music - beautiful music about second chances and falling in love twice.

His album was finished. Complete.

Will stopped by a few times but seemed stressed every single time he was in the room. His phone never stopped ringing, and his eyes had dark circles beneath them.

The last time I saw him, Lincoln was huddled with him in the corner apologizing ...