Narrator's POV
Steve recovered from his 3 month coma. He spiraled into a crippling depression after learning of the death of his mate, Danny. He hosted a private funeral. Only Steve attended. Danny didn't associate with anyone but Steve. He often spent his nights drinking, eating stale and expired food, and crying. He missed Danny so much. Danny was the love of his life. He repeated his cycle everyday for nearly a year until one day... he had a dream. Danny spoke to him in this dream. He told Steve it was ok. He needed to move on. He told him that he loved Steve, and he always would, but Steve couldn't keep holding onto him and he needed to let go.
Steve woke up in tears that morning. He sobered up. He got a job. He even got a dog. Every night Steve would write a journal entry to Danny. For years he filled up countless pages to Danny. For 13 years he wrote to him. Every night. Steve had finished filling up another page of his journal. He felt a little sick so he went to bed early. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. Only that night, Steve didn't wake up at home. He woke up on a beach. The sun was setting. The air was salty. The waves crashed on the shore. Where was he? He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned around. It was Danny. His love smiled at him warmly.
"My sunset," Danny whispered and held Steve tightly. "I missed you."
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My Sunset
FanficSteve Buscemi and Danny Devito are average sleep paralysis demons but they have a huge secret; they've been in love with each other since they first started their jobs back in 1876. Their higher authorities banned them being together. They deemed it...
