Dan stood at his casket, in all black, as usual. However, the situation he was in was not.

He stood, tears falling regularly down his cheeks. Like a metronome, almost. 

He couldn't believe it.

Phil lay in front of him. Unbreathing. In a tux. The tux he wore to McGonagall's trial. He looked beautiful. As usual.

His eyes were closed. Dan opened them. This was the last time he would ever see them. Something horrible turned in his stomach. His organs twisted into knots then normal again then into knots once more. He couldn't handle this. He loved Phil too much. He wasn't even sure what color his eyes were. This hurt too much. This hurt too much. This hurt too much.

He couldn't do this. 

He looked into Phil's eyes and cried harder. Holding onto his cold hand.

"All I ever wanted to do was protect you, and love you. And I got the latter part totally right. I love you, Phil, from the hairs on my head to the tips of my toes. I love you, present tense. I love the way you do your hair, I love your obsession with houseplants, I love your body, I love how kind you are, I love how you always make fun of me, you're so annoying, I love how you eat your cereal - or, rather, my cereal - dry, I love how you always manage to put a smile on my face even when I don't like you, I love you I love you I love you I have loved you since the moment I met you and I will never stop loving you and I know wherever you are you love me too. I love you. What I would do for just one more minute with you..."

At that moment, he felt a cold hand touch the back of his shoulder.

He spun around and was faced with the bluest eyes he had ever seen. A radiant smile that made his heart race and fall in love all over again.

"What, you thought I was going to stop annoying you?"