Carlos began to run towards the radio station door. As he reached the front door, he saw that a note had been taped to it, which read,

I'm sorry that it had to be this way, Carlos. He's in the booth. The door is open for you.

Carlos ripped the note off of the door, and crumpled it in his hand as he threw open the door, and tore down the hallway into the recording booth.

Carlos had heard the commotion going on in the station on the radio. He had heard Kevin burst into the room. He had heard why Kevin had to lock the interns in the bathroom, and why he was doing this. But Carlos had not gotten to his car fast enough. He had only been another minute away from the station when he had heard Kevin stab Cecil. And Cecil fall. And Kevin sign off and leave.

And now Carlos was kneeling on the floor of the radio booth, holding Cecil in his arms, as the man bled profusely from a wound in his chest. Cecil's breathing was quick and short, and his forehead was sweating.

Carlos couldn't keep himself together, and he began to cry, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. Cecil slowly focused his eyes on his boyfriend, and carefully brought his hand to rest on Carlos's cheek. The latter opened his eyes at the sensation, and grabbed the man's hand, holding it tightly.

Cecil began to sing; his voice, once smooth and pristine, now rough and hoarse.

Carlos had let Cecil listen to his iPod about a month ago. He didn't have many songs, and most of them were in Spanish. But Cecil had found one song, and had started to sing it whenever he and Carlos were together.

"You are my sunshine. My only only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray."

Cecil was singing that song for weeks. Carlos had attempted to inform Cecil what that song was really about, if he would only listen to the rest of the lyrics, but Cecil wouldn't have it. And now, as Cecil lay dying in his arms, he was singing it again. That goddamn . . . beautiful . . . horrible . . . lovely song.

"You are my sunshine. . . . My only sunshine," Cecil sang as red splotches began to spurt from his lips. His voice was a mere whisper, yet Carlos could feel it reverberating in his chest, like the way a bass pours from an amplifier at a concert.

Cecil continued. "You make me happy when skies are gray. . . ."

Carlos's breath hitched a bit before he began singing along with his dying boyfriend.

"You'll never know, dear . . . how much I love you. . . . Please don't take my sunshine away."

Carlos jerked awake, and found himself in bed still.

Only, what he had thought was Cecil, was actually Cecil's pillow, lying right next to him. Carlos sighed, and laid back down, burying his face into the pillow, inhaling the sweet, sweet scent of his now-deceased boyfriend.

"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping," Carlos began to quietly sing. "I dreamt I held you in my arms. . . . When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken . . . And I hung my head, and I cried. . . ."

And that is exactly what Carlos did.

What if character A was singing 'You are my sunshine' as character B slowly dies in their arms. And character B is singing with character A to comfort them as life slowly drains from their eyes.