Author's Note: Nearly, nearly there. Hold on tight!
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Most of the day was spent in Chas' arms. John never wanted to let go, and he knew he was going to have to. Outside, grey, drizzling rain pattered gently against the windows as they lay on the bed. No words were spoken for many hours, aside from whispered promises of love.
"Hungry, John?" Chas asked, breaking the silence.
John blinked. "What time is it?"
"Nearly seven, John."
John sighed painfully. So much time had gone. "I suppose so." He ached inside, but he knew it wasn't due to hunger. Chas held his hand as they went into the kitchen.
Chas began to make food. John just stood, gripping the angel's arm, numb.
"John..." Chas sighed. He glanced at his love. "Everything will be fine, you know. You have to let me go, John. The earth needs you."
John just looked at him. "But I love you." The words came out numbly, as though they could make a difference.
"I know. I love you. But don't you understand? I'm dead, John."
John didn't notice the tears splashing down his own face. "You're not, Chas! You're alive, you're breathing, speaking, your heart is beating..."
"I'm dead!" Chas replied, shaking his head.
John blinked, heartbroken. "No..."
Chas turned to John and held one of his hands, placing his other hand on John's chest. "John..." He smiled sadly, his own eyes becoming wet. "John, when I'm gone, I'll still be alive. I'll still be alive inside of you. Keep me right here."