:O Epilogue already! damn, this went quickly! thank you to everyone who has read this and enjoyed it, i hope you enjoy the sequel too, which is called Without You I'm Not A Survivor, which is going to be up tomorrow! :D

xxPUDDxx - we all have problems sometimes, and whats important is resolving them and getting back to normal again, i've had enough over the years, so i understand completely! and yeah, i was born with a dislocated leg, its called congenital hip displasia and so i had to have surgeries to pop the hip back in, and have metal pins and plates and stuff in and out, and when all that was done, i broke it half an hour after i got out of plaster, and so had to have another few surgeries! since then i've been terrified of needles, and haven't been too keen on doctors/hospitals/anywhere like that since!

and thank you, i'm really glad you've enjoyed it all the way up until now! :D

Epilogue Dannys POV

I managed to hold it together as Tom grinned at the sky, bouncing with excitement, laughing as the fireworks exploded. He looked so unbelievably excited, it made me glad to see him so happy. At least the first day of this year would be good by the looks of things, that was something. Harry and Dougie were still kissing next to us, grinning at each other, barely leaving each other for second. "its so pretty!" Tom turned my attention back to him, pointing upwards, bouncing on his feet. "it is, isn't it?" I smiled, watching Toms face get highlighted by the fireworks, just when I thought he couldn't get any more beautiful, and he went and did that. Wow.

We watched the fireworks until it died down so there was only a few occasional fireworks going off, though Tom still seemed fascinated by every single firework. "Tommy, I think its time to go inside and go to bed. Its getting late." I sighed, tugging lightly on Toms hand. "oh." Tom frowned, giving me puppy eyes. "its died down Tommy, there's no more fireworks. And now do you really want to stand here while those two almost eat each other?" I teased a little, glancing at Harry and Dougies moment. They had stopped kissing, and were now standing together, looking into each others eyes deeply, smiling at each other. "okay." Tom gave in, letting me lead him back inside, before he got cold.

I took us up to bed, cuddling up to Tom and watching him fall asleep, obviously tired after his excitement. I stayed up to watch him, not wanting to stop the happy mood I was in. I didn't want to go to sleep and wake up in the morning knowing I had two days left. Two days. That was it, two days. That was nothing! Absolutely nothing! I wanted two years, two decades, two centuries! I hated this, I just wanted to have my little Tommy forever. I loved him so much, I didn't want to let him go. "I'm sorry Tommy, I'm so sorry." I whispered, stroking his cheek with the back of my fingers and kissing his hair. Tom made a little whiney sound, nuzzling closer until he was laying on my chest.

I paused for a second, then carried on making the soothing motions on his cheek, staying up all night. It was so worth it, just to watch Toms face, he was perfect. Especially to look at, wow, he may have been underweight, painfully so, but he was still beautiful. And waking up, he was so cute, yawning a little before leaning on me a little more, holding onto my tshirt. "morning baby." I kissed his hair again, trying to stop getting emotional. One more time, tomorrow morning, literally, tomorrow morning was the last time I was going to watch Tom wake up in this state. I wasn't going to wake up next to him for months, that stung, to know that. It made me cling to him a little more, squeeze him that little bit tighter. "no getting up." Tom mumbled, leaning into my shoulder. "alright, a little more time in bed, then we have to get up, we have things to do today." I sighed, keeping him against me, remembering the feeling of my little guy against my body, his head on my chest, our hands joined together. "I love you." I whispered, needing to let Tom know that I loved him. "me too." Tom nodded, cuddling me until I told him to get up.

We spent the day carrying on like normal, like nothing was happening tomorrow. Tears welled up in my eyes whenever I thought about it, I was in complete denial over this. Complete and utter denial. I spent all day telling Tom that I loved him and to never forget it, wanting so badly to tell him everything, to explain why we were doing what we were doing. But I couldn't, I could only sit there and watch Tom carry on like normal, like nothing was happening. I was in tears by bed time, just about managing to keep it in until after Tom fell asleep. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Tommy. Its for the best, really, it is, its for the best. I love you." I kissed his head and got up, packing his bag in time for tomorrow.

I couldn't sleep again, for the second day running, so busy thinking and crying. I was so upset, I couldn't even think straight, couldn't even think of anything else other than the fact that Tom wasn't going to be in this bed tomorrow night. He was going to be cold and alone, probably scared witless, unable to try to work out what was happening. I couldn't take him away, no! My poor baby, my poor little guy. How was this happening?! I felt sick, physically sick. I couldn't even speak the next morning, when Tom woke up. He had no idea, he hadn't got a single clue on what was happening to him today! He was going to be so scared, so alone, he was going to hate me!

"Danny, what...why are you..?" Tom trailed off, whimpering a little. "I-I'm fine. I-I just, I love you so much. I love you so d*mn much Tommy." I grabbed hold of him, squeezing him so tight, biting back my tears and trying desperately to not scratch my arm. I regretted telling Harry and Dougie to stay at home, I needed them so much right now. "I know, I like you too." Tom hugged me back, he was willing to do anything for me today. So, he let me bring him to the car, and put him in it, believing, honestly believing that we were going out somewhere fun... he didn't even realise where he was going as I drove up to the mental institution, his now permanent place to live until he was better, only to come home when he was better...if he ever forgave me for just dumping him here.