lovers | dorbyn

epilogue

corbyn sat on the center of his bed. his bed. not their bed. there is no more their. he's gone. daniel's dead. he managed to slip through his fingers again, and corbyn couldn't process that. how he managed to leave corbyn, again. he felt like his whole world came crashing down far too fast.

corbyn, after realizing that daniel's fingers were slimmer than his, put his wedding ring on a simple silver chain, wrapping it around his neck. he ended up taking all his other necklaces and chains off so it was only daniel's ring around his neck.

corbyn and daniel. the two have been by each other's sides since 2016. that's a long damn time. so there were lots of things that reminded him of the boy he is so helplessly in love with. for instance, the beach. daniel loves— loved the beach. they went there on their first date. it's where they got married. their honeymoon was in the maldives for gods sake. daniel seemed like the whole world would reset whenever he stepped foot on a beach. like nothing could ever go wrong. the way his eyes would brighten while they simply walked along the shore collecting seashells. the way his hair would move along with the wind, the way he always give corbyn a heart attack because he constantly swam with sharks when they were in hawai'i.

the three AM whispers. how daniel would lay on his side, facing corbyn a small smile would tug on his lips every time he saw corbyn's sleep filled eyes fighting to stay open. and corbyn would stay awake every time. he would never miss their three AM talks. he would never miss looking at daniel's brown hair, and how it was always a mess on his pillows. he would never miss their deep conversations. or their goofy ones. or their pointless ones. sometimes they wouldn't talk. blue eyes stared into green, their eyes holding all their emotions. their eyes would decide if one of them needed a desperate three AM cuddle. a desperate three AM bath. a desperate three AM car drive.

preforming was something daniel was born to do. he's been preforming ever since he was a little boy. preforming without daniel by his side would simply hurt too much. the boys would agree. even as a solo career, daniel wouldn't be there to cheer him on. corbyn wouldn't be able to watch daniel sing his heart out ever again, it was all up to video's fans would post. maybe in the near future, corbyn would start singing again. but he should watch his kids grow up.

his kids.

daniel won't be here to experience the graduations. the birthdays, the boyfriends and girlfriends. the break ups. the talks, the weddings- he's not going to be here for any of that.

corbyn wiped a hand over his face, feeing the tears take over yet again. he checked the time on the clock beside him. the time was 3:19, and he craved a cuddle. he wished he could feel daniel's arms wrapped around his waist once again.

instead, he held onto daniel's pillow, breathing in the soft scent of his shampoo that was engraved in the pillow case. he let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes. he curled up in a small ball in the center of the large bed, letting darkness take over.

❥

corbyn woke up later than usual. he made no attempt to move. he didn't want to. he stared at their wedding picture that hung on the wall, it was when corbyn was kneeling in front of daniel's bump, kissing his stomach.

he shut his eyes, snuggling deeper into the bed that actually felt much like a cloud. a tiny sigh escaped his thin lips, burying his nose into daniel's pillow.

a beeping noise was heard, however.

he groaned, opening his eyes. it was daniel's watch. his watch that he never actually wore, he just thought it looked cool because it was vintage, and he wanted it, so he bought it.

he huffed, tearing the drawer to the night stand open. he grabbed the watch, shutting it off. he rolled his eyes, tossing it back into the drawer.

right before he went to close it, a shiny object caught his eye. he went to sit up, scooting closer to the stand. corbyn saw the necklace. he picked it up in his shaky hands, letting the smallest sigh escape his lips. he squinted his eyes, noticing how it seemed like a small tube. he went to the center of the bed, popping the top of the vile off.

he took the parchment (where he got parchment, corbyn didn't know.) out of the necklace, unraveling it. he saw the messy handwriting that belonged to daniel. corbyn closed his eyes, preparing himself for the handwritten letter daniel rolled up in the small necklace.

dear corbyn,

from the first moment i laid eyes on you, i knew. i knew you would be the one. although you were dating tina, i still knew. i knew i would love you until the day i died. i knew i would want to start the small family we have now, with no one but you. i knew i would want to get married to you. everything we've done, i wanted nothing more but to do it with my soulmate by my side.

you've been nothing but good to me, baby. you've made me smile, laugh, cry and you know how to calm me down and work me up. you know all my weak spots. you know everything about me. i don't think i've ever really thanked you for everything you've done.

and i forgive you. i forgive you for putting me through "hell" during tour. although you were just confused about everything, you won't shut up about it still to this day, so if it makes you feel any better, i do forgive you. i forgave you a while ago. but you haven't forgiven yourself yet. so i want— i need you to forgive yourself. move past it. it's okay.

i want you to know that i'm not scared. you might not believe me, but i'm not scared. what more can he do to me? he's already done enough. there's not much more he can really do. so i'm not scared. i would rather him hurt me than you or the kids.

i know what going to happen. i'm not coming back. i know he's going to end up killing me eventually. it's bound to happen. i mean, you watch criminal minds, i'm not coming back, as much as you want me to, i'm not coming home.

corbyn held back a sob, turning to the second page.

corbyn i love you. i love you so damn much. you have no idea how much you mean to me. i can't put it into words. you've cared for me more than my family. more than the fans, more than anyone. i can't begin to express the amount of love i have for you.

as hard as it will be, try and move on. (corbyn rolled his eyes at that.) don't roll your eyes, and don't scoff. (corbyn nearly glared at the parchment.) i won't be mad. i need you to be happy. i only want you happy, bean. i need you happy for you, and for the kids.

look after them for me. and look after the boys. i love you always, baby.

your angel,

daniel.

❥

[a/n]

.. there's still one more chapter left so don't kill me yet <33

-angelicashton helped me with the general idea of this epilogue so thank you, my love!! 🥰♥️♥️