Let the hate reviews come! I mean, it is not a horrible end, but not a satisfying one either. I like it though. I have a proposition for you guys. If I get five to ten reviews, I will update a chapter of Heart of a Bachelor today. If I get those reviews and it mentions for a sequel to Ten of some sort, I will create one. Anyways, whatever happens, I love you all who stuck with my story. This is my first completed fanfiction! I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did! Thanks!

Opening my eyes feels like someone is pressing hot iron into my skin. It is painful, and the need to close them is present, but I force them to remain open. I can't cut my vision off because I have to figure out why I am hooked up to machines and why my parents are crying around me. I can't afford to rest my eyes.

They tell me of what happened. That I had jumped in front of a car to rescue a senior in high school. They said that the crash left me in a coma for a month and during that time, the student that I saved came to visit every day without fail. They said that his name is Ciel and that he is a very nice boy that brings sweets for them. It would explain why the room smells of sugar.

After they are done revealing my accident, they leave for home to shower and change into new clothes. They give me a kiss on my head, and once the door shuts, I am alone with my thoughts. If all of my memories of you were just due from my coma, does that mean you are not real? That you were a figment of my imagination? Were you something my subconscious created to keep me entertained while I was immobile and unresponsive to the world?

I begin to cry. I can't stop the tears, and I don't want to because I am in mourning. I have three cracked ribs, one broken leg, a multitude of scars and bruises, a mild head injury, but my heart hurts the most. I may have managed to keep this boy Ciel alive, but by waking up, I managed to kill you. I start to wish that I never woke up in the first place. I sear my eyes closed in hope that I might slip back into my unconsciousness state.

I hear someone coming inside. I assume it is a doctor, so I ignore the person in favor of rerunning our meetings starting with the library encounter to me holding you in my arms in the rain. I try to remember every detail about you, but I can already feel you fading. I let out a sob of distress. I don't want you to leave me by myself. I want you to stay beside me forever. I need you.

A hand touches my cheek. It is warm, but I refuse to acknowledge the stranger who is witnessing my pain. I am afraid that the longer I see my reality, the shorter I will have of ours. But the hand moves up to wipe my tears, and my eyes snap open. I know that sweet scent.

It is you. It is really you. Your blue orbs look at me with concern. Your pink, smooth lips are creased in worry. You radiate anxiety for me, but you alarmed for an entire different reason as I pull you on top of me. My body aches, but I don't care for my physical wellbeing because you are here. With me. And that is all I could ever want.

It is like I feel you for the first time. I can feel your skin like it is my own. I can feel your weight. Your hands, arms, legs, torso, head, everything. Not only can I really feel your body, but even your presence is stronger. I bask in your life.

You don't struggle to move away from me. In fact, you press closer and release a cry of your own. And your voice? I hear it. It is beautiful, and unexpectedly addicting. I crave it like I want you. I move your head back gently. Our faces are both covered in the salty drops of liquid, but as our gazes meet, we both smile.

I finally have the chance to speak with you, but I don't ask you any questions or prompt you to talk. I am more than content with just stroking your flesh quietly while you glance to the side, avoiding my unwavering stare. However, our intimate moment is shattered as a nurse struts into the room.

"Mr. Michaelis! No one told me you were awake! I am so happy!" She skips over to us. She should be shocked or maybe appalled by what she sees, but she grins at you and me. It makes me wonder why she deems this as normal, but my confusion resigns as she continues. "And it looks like Ciel has made is move. I didn't know you moved this quick," she says as she pats you on the head. Your blush increases as you jump off me. With my injuries, I can't keep you in my arms.

"Ciel?" I ask timidly out loud. You face me. All of a sudden, everything makes sense. You are the boy that I saved. That is why you were the focus of my fantasy. The reason as to why you never spoke to me was because I had no frame of reference to rely on. People avoided you in my dream because that was what they did as the car came rushing towards you. They waited while standing still under their umbrellas for the crash to happen. No one came to your aide, which was why they did not approach you in any of my hallucinations. You never got too close to me because we were never close to begin with. You cried because that is what you were doing as you held me after the collision before I blacked out. You couldn't give me an answer to my question on how you felt about me because we never truly met. You don't have any feelings for me because the time we spent together was not real. That revelation should make me sad, but I can't feel anything besides relief because we are both alive. I reach out and grab your hand. The nurse and you are both surprised. I pull your hand to my face and kiss your palm then I place it on my bandaged chest, letting it rest on my heart. I give you my best smile, and you give me your best flush.

You may not know me, but I know you. You may not need me, but I need you. You may not love me, but you will. Someday. Because I love you.