Go on youtube right now, and look up 'I Will Follow You Into the Dark' by Death Cab for Cutie

Go

Hurry up

Don't worry

I'll wait

Sunshine!

The voice that haunted him every night chimed.

Babycakes!

It called to him, each night when he drifted off to sleep, lulled by the promise of a new sun to replace the darkness the moon brought him.

Dollface!

And every night, he would wake up in a cold sweat, drenched in the salty residue of his fear and crushing loneliness.

Honeydew!

And every night, he would lower his face into his hands and cry out every last drop of longing he had left, until his body was spent and his mind chained him back to the bed that seemed too large and too cold now.

Dear!

That voice, sweeter than sugar, that sang to him on their first real date- fly me to the moon, sweetcheeks- that prodded him along when they went ice skating, that insufferably sweet voice...

Baby!

... That sweet voice, which turned menacing and angry, that rose and rose and rose until his ears hurt from the yelling- I can't believe you, how could you do this to me!- He had yelled back, and the sweet voice was now rough and hoarse from all of the screaming they had done.

Pumpkin!

That voice, the voice that had cracked in the middle of their argument to betray the tears he wouldn't let show. How sobs had ripped mercilessly at his throat and that sweet voice was pained and choking- why couldn't he help him- and it broke. It broke the both of them, but neither knew how to fix it.

Honeybunch!

He recalled the sounds of the birds when they had taken walks through the park, even though the beginning was always filled with whining- C'mon, babe, let's go get something to eat, I'm starvin'!- but was lulled into warm silence as they held hands innocently and dragged their feet to prolong their time together.

Sweetheart!

He also recalled the sounds of scuffling and cursing throughout the house as he fumbled with his jacket, swearing when his boots wouldn't tie up right, and the echoing SLAM! of the door as it closed for the last time.

Darlin'!

As he lay there, listening to the voice call to him, he pretended for a moment it was real. He pretended that the voice that was sweeter than sugar still sang to him, still murmured playful insults at him when they embraced, still whispered those three words to him, was still around.

Ivan!

And when Ivan felt a warm body slide in next to him, he thought it only a part of the dream, and smiled when sweet words from an even sweeter voice drifted to his ears in the still of the night, and arms held him close.

I'm sorry I left, sunshine.

I promised myself I'd never write something like that

Damn