-𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 ;; 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙮𝙣

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞, 𝐢𝐥𝐲

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the next morning was something anyone would find beautiful, but in daniel's eyes, it was hell on earth.

the sun was shining bright, as the birds tweeted melodically, basking in the sunshine.

on a day like this, the two boys should have spent it outside, taking in the beauty of nature, but instead, the pair sat in a melancholy room of the hospital.

corbyn laid there in the hospital bed, due to the excessive bleeding this morning.

with corbyn's condition, both the boys knew the bleeding was a terrible sign.

several machines were hooked up to him as he was having difficulty breathing.

"you know i love you, right?"

"whatever happens today, just know that i love you, always and forever." daniel says, scared of what could possibly happen next.

"i love you so much, even when i die you'll still be my one and only." corbyn replies.

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daniel stood, holding the brunettes hand as tightly as he could, believing that if he held on tight enough, he could hold onto corbyn's life.

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corbyn's heart rate slowed as the minutes passed by.

the doctors stood around the bed, wearily looking at the two boys.

"he's fighting, as hard as he ca-." doctor styles said.

the sound of the electrocardiogram cut him off.

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"im afraid he's flat lined." the doctor says, heart breaking for the blonde boy.

that's it. he's gone. after a year of friendship, their one day in a relationship, and the feelings accumulated over that year, all thrown into the gutter of death itself.

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going home that night was hard for daniel.

he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that his best friend was dead.

he wanted it to be a nightmare, a really horrible nightmare, and that he could get up and call him, make sure he was ok. 

but it wasn't , eternal rest was the harsh reality.

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daniel went to sleep that night, still not comprehending the day's  events. slumber was his escape, with sleep comes darkness, with rest comes nothing. no thoughts to bother him, just the emptiness of the night.

so that's what he did. he slept for days at a time, only ever leaving his room for an occasional meal.

once, daniel woke up, dizzy and drowsy, and called corbyn. five whole rings till the reality hit; he is dead.

his urge to see the stars was immense, though it reminded him of corbyn, and he couldn't deal with it.

three weeks passed, and he finally accepted it, their story was over. 

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A/N: ouch, that hurt.