Hello! First fanfiction on my new account! I am ready to write and update ON TIME! Anyway just call me Daun. If you would like to learn more check out le profile, not much on there for it was 3 AM when I did it. Anyway this was also written at 3 AM. I looked it over and decided to upload it now 16 hours later.

He stared out the window of the hospital bedroom. The white room seemed quiet. As if no one was even in the room. He exhaled as if he was holding it in too long; which he probably was. He looked over at his lover, and his bandaged cranium. He looked deathly pale. You could see his eyes were grey when you met them. There were wrinkles beneath his eyes, giving them a dreaded sunken look. His cheeks which were once rosy, were nothing but a sickly pale yellow.

He just wants to sing his lover to sleep all night he wasn't able to sleep in the condition and refused medication."Promise me a second time... I'm sorry." The blond spoke, particularly to no one.

He gripped the hand of the dark brunette,"I don't want to leave without you." The blond spoke once more. His eyes were puffy and red, he looked sunken in, lacking sleep. Matted down was his blond hair and his eye brows furrowed up. Confused; he didn't know what to do.

He never said, but he hates the person responsible for falling stars at night. They always fall all around him.

It all came crashing down around him, after all the night could be deadly; although they could never be taken apart."Can you chase away the darkness, luv?" He rasped. He remembered his lover tell him, every reason he was fine. He reminisced at the good memories, the sweet memories they shared.

Tears began to build into his eyes, but he tried oh so hard to hold them back.
"He'll be ok, he'll be ok, and he'll be ok..."He kept whispering hoping his words were true. The blond wasn't sure what the flipping hell was going to happen. Whether he was going to live or not; he doesn't know.

Well maybe since they were heading there together, maybe he'll enjoy the ride. All the two want is to look for the future. He would rather spend his life, in bed till noon, with his lover. Staying out drinking till 2 AM and having a small argument about being out late again; nothing too big just to be blown out of proportion.

The blond hoped this was just a test. Both of them did. He sighed. He relaxed upon the chair, gripping his lover's hand. "I don't care if you're sick, I don't care if you're contagious... I would kiss you even if you were dead." He spoke, words falling upon deaf ears. He sighed depressingly. He stood and leaned down, taking his lover's lips once more. He felt that this would be the last time.

Would somebody make him go blind for the rest of his life? He'd do anything just to feel his hand once more; to feel the reassuring squeeze.

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He had gone blind though. He basically had nothing. Was blinded by his thoughts, wrapped up in them; not even paying attention to the damned road. It all just came so fast. Unable to stop it, the moment slowing. He felt happy to feel the blow. The feel of blood flow...

But at least they'll never be taken apart again.

Well that was angst-y. Well when you're listening to PTV at 3 AM this will be the result, not exact per say. A song fic I guess you'd say.

I do not own anything! but the fic. Have a nice night! My apologies that was so short though.

~Daun Ame