Evan's P.O.V.

I held Delirious' hand in the doctors office. We were waiting for the test results to get back. Delirious is looking bored but I'm freaking out. He told me he has to do these ever year but this is a first time deal for me. The doctor entered the room holding a clipboard.

"What's up doc?" Delirious asked causally. The doctor was his sister and she slowly started shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.

"Jon, I'm so sorry," Delirious' sister whispered.

"W-what do y-you mean?" I stuttered. I already knew the answer but I didn't want to accept it.

"You have cancer Jonathan," his sister wailed. The office filled with all our sobs.

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"How much longer?" I asked clutching my dying boyfriends hand. I never wanted to let go. Delirious' sister sighed and a tear slipped out of her left eye. It landed on the floor she was looking at before meeting my eyes.

"Well it's November 31st right now, so maybe a month and even then you're pushing it," she told me. Another tear slid down her face. I gripped Delirious' hand a bit harder.

"I won't see the ball drop ever," Delirious sobbed. He told me how he had always wanted to see the ball drop. He would never now. It was my turn to cry.

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I made my way through the crowd and held Jonathan steady on the cold December night. I made sure he had a clear view of the giant, silver ball in New York. Delirious coughed loudly and quickly his his hand that he had coughed on.

"Show me," I say quietly. He reluctantly showed me his hand. His black gloves had spots of what appeared to be red on it.

"I'm not going to make it," Jonathan told me, sadness lacing his voice. He was already shocking doctors as is but we didn't try so hard to fail at the end.

"Just 30 more seconds," I whisper. A tear slid out of my eye and I slipped my hand into my lover's. He coughed up more blood taking up 25 seconds. I rubbed his back. The countdown had already started but we joined in anyways.

5

"I can't Evan."

4

"Please."

3

"I can't feel-"

2

"-my hand."

1

I pressed my lips against Jonathan's soft, warn ones. Our lips moved together perfectly. Slowly, Delirious stopped moving his lips and the warmness turned into coldness. I pulled away from Delirious. I whisper one thing as the tears pushed out of my eyes.

"Happy new year..."

Was it more happy or sad? Whatever.... Happy 2016!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What is your new years revolution?