Eric thought that for once, life was going to be kind to him. At work, he received less paperwork and less reaping's meaning he could be at home faster to be with his lover more and more. Alan was okay lately as he had no attacks and Eric had begun to think that maybe, maybe the illness that held Alan's body hostage had just vanished, that Alan's body had won against it and he'd be able to live with Eric forever like normal.

Then Eric knew life was just toying with him.

The day had started out normal. He and Alan saying their good mornings, eating breakfast with each other, walking to work and separating for the rest of the day until they could rejoin at five-thirty when their shift ended. Occasionally, Alan would enter his office and give him a cup of tea perfectly made and a small, loving peck on his cheek, wishing him luck on his reaping's and occasionally Eric would do the same, bringing Alan tea and placing a loving peck.

He had taken his scythe to many souls that day, not once thinking about the soul that he had left behind in the Library, but once he returned, there were no friendly smiles, no cheery hello's and no Alan to welcome him back. He wandered to Alan's office and saw no one but the lonely desk and papers that had been scattered in his time of panic. Eric's scythe slipped from his fingers as he realized what had happened, why the Library suddenly had a glum and solemn tone to it. He walked almost robotically to the infirmary, his hand pushing open the hospital door and there his eyes fell upon his lover. IVs attached to his arm, a tube helping him to breath, his chest rising and falling in irregular patterns.

His body moved slowly to Alan's bedside, reaching out and touching his cold hand, slowly holding it between his own before his knees gave away and he fell to the floor, still gripping the pale hand, tears falling from his eyes. He could barely whisper Alan's name as he kissed Alan's hand, crying and silently begging for Alan to live, for him to spend just a few more minutes so he could tell Alan how much he cared, how much he loved him, how much he didn't want to lose him and for Alan to look up at him as he always did, with his eyes that were always so happy and so cheerful compared to the obvious pain he fought with every day.

All Eric wanted, was Alan to live just a little bit longer, for them to be able to spend a little more time with him. To be able to kiss his cheek even if it was for the last time.


AN: I will start off by saying, I wrote this after watching the second musical again and i was listening to a sad Vocaloid song by Kiyoteru Hiyama and this was the outcome. I don't normally write anything like this, but, I just sort of wrote this as a one off type thing and to test my dramatic (?) writing skill. Let me know if it was any good or not.

P.S the kiss his cheek one last time thing, I got from Eric's song he had in the musical.