you never thought you'd make it this far. you were in a band a long time ago, tokio hotel, you were a drummer, but you left due to mental health complications, and was replaced, but you stayed in touch, and eventually became the band's manager. you actually started dating bill back in 2007. and now, you guys are fucking married. crazy right? he was so in love with you, through all the years, he was loyal to you. he stayed through everything. no matter how bad the fights got, he fixed them, hospital visits, psych ward stays, anything, he stayed. you guys live in LA now, with millions to your names, a big house, and you get to share that with bill.

bill had gone on a trip recently, and unfortunately, came back sick. it started as a cold, but it eventually became the flu, and now you were taking care of him

it was an early morning, and bill was curled up on the couch, sniffling and occasionally coughing. his throat was sore, so you were making him some hot tea. you bring it over to him and set it on the table "danke, sweetheart..." he mutters, his voice raspy, as he smiles slightly