"Mownin' sweed'eart," Keith yawned, stroking my arm gently. I looked up at him and smiled contentedly. Okay, so he looked closer to 52 than 32, but I loved him so much I wouldn't change a thing about him.

"Morning, darling," I replied. "Are you alright?" I asked. He nodded.

"Nevah fewt bettah in me 'ole laif!" he replied sincerely. "I love you, Annette," he told me. I belived him with all my heart and soul. I loved him just as much as he loved me. The odd episode of infidelity on his part never mattered when I was in his arms because I knew I was the one he really loved, the one it mattered with.

"Yes, Keith, I love you too," I replied. He smiled the smile of a man content with life and all that he had achieved. "You'll never leave me, will you?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Annette, I love you. I wiw ahwaiys be wiv you, in body an' in spirit. Sammink laik wot we've got yer down't faind ev'ry daiy, an' naffink on earf can put a stop to it," he assured me, kissing me gently. I stroked the side of his face. He hadn't shaved since two days before and his face felt rough. I loved every line, every whisker, every wrinkle on his face. Sometimes he could look so different from the handsome young Mod on the cover of the earlier albums, but behind his eyes burned a fire which had been lit all his life and would live on in my heart forever. If the eyes are truly the windows to the soul, then I adored Keith Moon's soul with every breath in my body.

"Annette, can I arsk ya sammink?" he began. I nodded.

"Of course," I replied.

"I knaw Annette Walter-Lax is a mach prettier naim than Annette Moon, bat would you consider chaingin' yahw naim to it an' marryin' me?" he asked seriously. I didn't need to think about it. I accepted the offer immediately.

"Of course I will, Keith, I love you," I whispered.

"Annette?" he asked.

"Yes?" I replied.

"Annette, Annette? Annette, cam on, love, waik ap!" a voice called. I opened my eyes and found myself in a hospital room. I was sat with John and Alison Entwistle and Kit Moon. It took me a few seconds to remember how I got there. Then I gazed at Keith's lifeless body next to me and I remembered. I gingerly took hold of his hand and kissed it.

"Nothing can stop it, sweetheart," I whispered.

"Are you alright?" Alison asked, concerned. I tried to smile at her, but failed miserably.

"Keith loved me. Nothing will ever change that. And nothing can bring him back either, so what's so fucking great about that anyway?" I sobbed, still gripping onto Keith's hand in the vain hope that he'd hear my tears and wake up to comfort me, tell me it was just a big joke and take me out for lunch.

It wasn't to be, however, and my tears fell onto his arm and rolled off slowly. He had died, but I knew my love for him never would.