"Everybody knew that summer loves had to come to end. They were fleeting, a fleeting love, but they were like a shooting star. They shined bright, the brightest, until the end. Theirs was no different, but it was unique all the same, not like any of those one night stands Sebastian had before Kurt. Sebastian was in love, he didn't believe it, didn't want to believe it, but his feelings were telling him something different, along with the two straight months of monogamy.
"When Sebastian was gone that morning, Kurt wa- "
Dal ripped his eyed away from the book, gently thumbing it closed with shaking fingers, and looked across the table, to catch eyes with hazy, tired ones. The offending noise that caused Dal to stop was infact the fork that was now sticking out of the carpet, like it was a shovel trying to dig.
"Baby did you drop your fork again?"
This time at Dal's words, he received a crystal clear look, like the blade on a knife. Dal bit his lip, realising his words, and how they were going to do him more harm than they should have. The voice though, was nothing like the eyes. Still as high and perfect and clear as the first day they'd met.
"Why did you call me 'baby'? We've only just met, and do all stories start in the middle? Who is Sebastian? Who's Kurt?"
Dal was right. 60 years on, and the love of his life still had the ability to hurt him in less than a paragraph. It wasn't his fault that the person across from him had forgotten, would always forget, and most importantly, would -could- never remember.
"Oh I'm sorry. I thought we have already read the start; must be these stupid drugs they keep changing on me. Just let me open it to the start- " Dal's fingers stumbled to find the page, and it took a few seconds to get open the cover, catching and then loosing the page over and over again, "- but before we start, do you want to get some more peas?