Daniel's POV*

I sat on the spare sofa bed, staring up at the ceiling. I yearned to be near Phillip, to kiss him senseless and tell him I love him to the moon and back. I absent-mindedly began to tap out a Muse song on the side of the sofa until I felt the coldness of my ring against my skin.

My eyes widened as I remembered it was there and brought it up to the light to admire it. It was Stirling silver and fit my finger perfectly. Scrawled into the side was the word 'forever' in such intricate detail. I felt my eyes tear up as I stroked across the metal. 

Was he going to propose to me? The thought made me tingly inside and I grinned foolishly at the ring, letting a small giggle leave my lips. I loved him so much. His beautiful porcelain skin, shining blue eyes, charcoal fringe and deep sexy voice. 

I remembered being so nervous the first time I asked that amazing man out and I was relieved that he kissed me that night. Who knows how our relationship would have ended up if I haden't told him? I cringed at the idea of him never knowing and possibly moving on to have a wife and kids. I'd be happy for him of course but I couldn't help but feel possessive of that fine piece of ass. He was my rock, the structure which kept my life together, and I wasn't going to let someone snatch it away so my life could crumble to bits.

The first time he came to lecture at my university I immediately noticed how fucking sexy he looked and already felt jealous as a few of the girls eyed him up as he spoke his interesting speech. When he put the video on I tried my best to concentrate but I felt eyes on me and looked to see who it was. 

I nearly choked when I saw he was staring right at me with his gorgeous blue eyes, I couldn't help blush when he flashed me his amazing smile. I felt like a little school girl with a crush on the teacher, only he was there for our last week. I was ecstatic when I found out he was the one I was working with six months later.

Our relationship blossomed and even after our work together we decided to stay being partners and went on to our own work and eventually both got famous for our biggest success, the global warming fix up and Phil's invention of hover cars. He was always better with the building and the fixing than I was.

I opened up my watch phone and went to Phil's contact, getting his holographic picture in font of me. It was him smiling adorably and I couldn't help smile in appreciation. He was the most beautiful thing in the world and if anything happened to him I'd kill whoever was responsible. 

I can't imagine what he had been feeling when he found me in hospital and being told that I wasn't going to wake up. I remember his words, "I love you ... Always. And ... forgive me, but I can't let you live like this."

A lot of people would be angry at the other person for giving up on them but Phil and I were logical people. So when others hung onto the hope of the person waking up although it's pretty much impossible, we'd rather not get our hopes up. I know Phil was only doing what was best and I know it must have killed him. Although I am glad my mum kept me alive for a few days afterwards.

Stupid doctors are supposed to know what they're fucking doing! They made Phil worry, they made my family worry, they made ME worry!

But ... tomorrow I will see him again and I'll wrap my arms around him and NEVER let him go again. I'll never let him out of my sight. I'll never let him slip through my fingers like I did with him. He thinks I'm gone but I will reassure him I'm not going anywhere.

I left a hospital room at midnight physically injured to find him, I'd give up my life for him! Although not anytime soon because he's already experienced that first hand and I feel guilty. 

"I love you Phillip. So so so much. Don't forget that please. I'll see you tomorrow. I will."