Hello, Eddy.

....hi

"....hi, Eddy."

Brett took a deep breath. The nurse had left long before. Brett had spent twenty minutes just staring a Eddy's face, which had a bruised lip, before he dared to speak. "I'm so sorry." he added. "It's all my fault. It's all mine," the tears started falling down his cheek. His whole frame was shaking. "I'm sorry Eddy. I swear, I'll never shout like that. Never ever." He put his face in his palms. "Please, don't -" No, he couldn't say it. Even though the nurse told him it would be a miracle if he survived, he still couldn't say it. He just couldn't even imagine it.

Death.

A life without Eddy Chen. A life without Eddy would be equivalent to a human with no heart. Eddy was what made everything in life better. He was the secret ingredient to make everything amazing. He was the Sun and Moon and the Stars. No, he couldn't imagine it. A life without Eddy would be a life without happiness, a life without meaning. A life not worth living. The were each other's half of a whole, they can not live by themselves. They are not meant to live by themselves. It's always together or nothing.

Death.

Five-letter night mare. Follows everyone, leaves no one. And Eddy fell in the trap. It wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't. But he had gone into coma. For eight months. He showed no sign of any improvement. His face looked peaceful, like a sleeping person. But that was it. Nothing more. No more smiles, no more kisses, no more hugs, no more smirks, no more dirty looks, no more cloudy eyes from alcohol. Just the look of... the dead. The gone. But he was there right? His heartbeat was there. His chest was rising and falling. The oxygen mask smogged up when he exhaled. He was present, right? His entity was present, right? He was listening, right? He would get better, right?
No.

Death.

It was inevitable. And Brett had accepted it. "I'm sorry Eddy, but I'll come to you soon. We'll meet again." were the last words Eddy might have heard. Before being declared... dead. Eddy had said long time back, "I'm scared of death. I don't wanna die." Well life is a dog and makes you do stuff that you don't want to, so yeah.
Eddy lived a happy life. A life full of music, a life full of adventures, a life full of love, a life full of happiness and peace. He lived his life with the man he loved the most and that was all one could be grateful for.

He was a King, Brett was his Queen. The King died. And that was the end.

The stars dimmed. There was no wind flowing. The streets were suddenly quiet with almost no traffic. Everything seemed black and white. Everything seemed empty. Everything lost a meaning. The night sky was looking down at Brett, consoling him. Brett looked up too, to find calmness. To find a star that would shine brighter than the others. It was funny how things you feel were stupid in the past suddenly give you a little ray of hope when you lose something. Brett always wondered why kids would believe when their grandma dies, they become a star and look down at them. Now Brett, himself was looking up, trying to find his Eddy as a star. His now companions, a bottle of alcohol and his rooftop. He loved to see the Sun rise, but with Eddy. Not like this. Not when he was looking for Eddy. Not when he was trying to find home in the sky. The morning bugged him to the bones. The morning was like the bitter-sweet truth in life. It felt like the mornings were laughing at him, telling him that everything moves on. Everyone moves on. Night turns to Day, and everything seems happier again. It was as if the mornings were mocking his life, telling him to look at his own miserable condition. Mocking and telling him how everyone else was happy with the yellow sunlight and he was still alone in his darkness, even when it was broad daylight. Brett's life had turned dark, truthfully. Nothing seemed better. Nothing seemed to console him except the stars. Nothing seemed to console him except the corners of his bedroom. Nothing seemed to console him except the pills that lay in his washroom cabinet.

The day irritated him to his core. He need night. He needed the dark. It soothed him, but also hurt him too much.
Way too much.

Destiny has it even death can't separate the ones meant for each other. Maybe it's right.