Outside, people walked, talked like normal. It was a normal day to them. Nothing wrong, nothing amiss. But where there's happiness, there's sorrow. The bright orange rays of the sun shone piercingly through the clear glass window of Ward 269 in the hospital, creating holes of amber light on the shiny smooth floor.

Small, pearl like droplets were staining the tiles, shooting back the sun's rays, dewdrops aglow.

Dan sat on a rickety wooden chair, hair half covering his grief filled eyes, hands grasping his beloved's who lay, dead still on the crisp white sheets, his pale cold hands entwined in warm ones, like a frozen kitten in a fluffy blanket. Tears rolled steadily down his cheeks, some wetting his hair, and when they fell, they danced with the sun, playing.

His lips moved silently, dark shadows gamboling around his face, saying words no one could hear.

Death was the plastic cheap clock plastered on the whitewashed hospital walls, excitedly counting down time, eagerly anticipating his new arrival.

Fingers curved over Phil's thin ones, Dan squeezed them gently, begging, begging, for him to just wake up.

From his eternal sleep like state, Phil remained motionless.

How funny, that although the heart monitor calculates the hearts beats, it's heartless. It beeped steadily, coldly, showing no sign of Phil's awakening.

"Please..." He begged, weeping unabashedly, tugging Phil's lifeless hands repeatedly, as if he was the thread of life in Phil, and by letting go, Phil would let loose.

Aside from the faint breeze that cast in the sharp smell of the ward, nothing else told Dan that Phil's family was present to mourn.

A soft and steady hand patted his tense shoulder, squeezing it lightly, silent comfort.

"It's time Dan...he isn't waking up."

"No...he can't, p-please, just a few more weeks, p-please!" Dan stuttered, finally looking at the doctor's grieved but set face. The doctor shook his head regretfully.

"He had his time."

Dan simply couldn't believe it. He wouldn't.

His rage slowly ate at him, nibble by nibble, until it left him there, cold, and unfeeling, a sharp determined glint in his eye.

"No."

"Come again?" The doctor was concerned by his unnerving sudden change of behavior.

"No."

"Dan, I understand this is a tough ti-" the doctor tried gently persuading Dan but got cut off icily.

"You're a doctor. You're supposed to help people. You don't leave them to fucking die!" Dan's voice rose steadily, his anger freeing itself, and he stood up firm, glaring at the doctor through wet lashes.

"Da-"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE YOU'RE A DOCTOR YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO HELP NOT GIVE UP DAMMIT."

Just as fast as his rage came in, his rage demolished instantly after that outburst, leaving a hopeless, dejected, husk of a man behind. He sank to the floor, head in his hands, a fresh wave of tears dripping from his palm.

"P-please...just...let me sing one last song..." He whispered brokenly, violently shaking his head.

The doctor relented, seeing how heartbroken the young man was.

Dan and Phil were alone in the room once more.

Dan silently opened his keyboard case, setting it on his lap, tears still rolling down his cheeks, wetting the keys. Gazing regretfully at Phil, he opened his mouth to sing.

I was dreaming, one night,
Of your black hair
And your blue eyes
You had saved me
From the bad times.
I was lonely,
I was lonely.

The time when Dan was bullied in eighth grade, Phil protected him.

I had no friends,
till I was eighteen,
oh you saved me,
I was lonely.
I still love you
Yes, I'm sorry
But I still love you...

Phil was the torch in Dan's darkness, he lead Dan out of bad times, and helped him. And never once betrayed him.

I'm sorry Phil...I wish I was in the car with you...so we would die together...

Do you remember the time?
When you said you loved me in the snow,?
Do you remember the time?
When I kissed you on the Manchester eye,?

Tears came thick and fast, making his fingers slip on his keyboard. His voice cracked and wobbled uncertainly, like Phil's life dancing on the edge.

I can hear you pacing
Through the thin walls
Of our bedrooms.
Do you remember in '09?
You had saved me
I was lonely, I was lonely.

Dan was lonely. Phil helped him, made him better. Comforted him, helped him with his nightmares, shared his dreams.

sat on the fountain,
and looked at the stars
under the moonlight,
a place to call ours
head on my shoulder,
and fingers intertwined.
Please say their still on your mind...

"Make a wish Dan..."

"I wish...I would forever be with you...always..."

That was an amazing, wonderful memory, that Dan would never trade for anything else in the whole world.

Phil remained cold, emotionless, unaffected by the broken singing and the gentle play of the keyboard.

Do you remember the time?
When we first met at the train station,?
Do you remember the time?
When you said you loved me in the snow,?

Yes, Dan did. Every moment, every second he shared with Phil, he treasured, loved. But now, he wished there was more. Even if it was just a minute.

The keyboard slipped from his lap with a resounding crash, and crying, he threw himself over the motionless Phil, hugging him, burying his head in the crook of his neck, smelling the scent of him, savouring the steady beat of his heart.

Although it broke his heart, Dan forced himself to sing the last verse of the song.

Do you remember the time?
When I kissed you on the Manchester eye,?
Do you remember the time?
Back in 2009?
Do you remember the time?
When I kissed you on the Manchester eye,?
Do you remember the time?
Back in 2009...

Through sobs, he imagined that Phil moved.

Through thoughts, he imagined that Phil breathed in deeply.

Through his wet lashes, he saw Phil open his eyes.

And smile at him.

-writers note-

I'm so sorry for not posting much, I just don't feel like writing, do have this short phanfic (?)
Just to clarify, I am not in the phandom whatsoever. My friend, howellinternet just wanted me to write this for her. The idea of the story isn't mine, the song also isn't mine, I just wrote it out.

Yee