Imagine coming home early. You throw your shoes and purse in the hall and take off your coat. You walk towards the living room and hear a sneeze. « Dare? » you ask. « Yes » he answered in a nasally tone. You walk to the couch to see Darren under a big blanket with a lot of tissues covering the coffee table. « Are you okay? » you ask, kneeling down in front of him. « No, I think I'm sick... » he said, looking at you with puffy eyes. « Aaw baby » you pout, and kiss his forehead. « I'm gonna get you a hot drink... » you say as you stand. Darren grabs your hand. « No, no, y/n. This is probably the last hours we have to spend together. I think I'm dying » he said. « Yeah sure Dare » you roll your eyes and sat back down. « Since I'm dying, I gave to tell you something » he added. You chuckles and answer « Sure, tell me ». « I want to be bury with my Backstreet Boys ' album » he said. You laugh as he adds « You can keep the N-Sync one, as a memory of our love ». « Thank you, such a blessing » you answer. « And do a fun thing for my funeral. Like a theme. Like they do sometimes for weddings ». You giggle and say «Any ideas? » « Like uhm... A Star Wars funeral, oh man, that will be totally awesome ». You laugh and say « The priest could wear a Darth Vader costume ». He laugh and say « Exactly! You know what? I think you will kill that funeral organization » « Aaw, thank yoyu baby. Hopefully you won't die anytime soon so I have a long time to prepare the party » you answered. You lay next to him and pull the blanket on both of you. « You're gonna get sick » he says, putting his arm around your waist. « I don't care » you whispers and deliver a soft kiss on his lips.