Highlander: Farewell
Written By LockBox22
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He woke before her as he always did. Some mornings he wished he didn't, his body seemed to ache more in the mornings this year. If it wasn't his back, it was all his other joints.
His wife - his lovely wife of forty five years - slept peacefully beside him; head resting on his shoulder. From the tingling in his arm and hand, the latter which was wrapped around her hip, he'd say they'd been in the position for a while now.
Not that he minded. It wouldn't be much longer before he wouldn't be able to hold her ever again. He was growing old; he could feel it in his bones.
He looked down at his wife, running his eyes over her beautiful sculpted and eternally youthful face. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of her dark hair away from her face. She'd had it cut recently and he had to admit it looked good on her.
She was an amazing person, born almost two hundred years ago on the Atlantic, a pirate's daughter. She hadn't aged a day since they had first met and she never would. Immortal, she would live forever; never aging and never dying, unless she were to lose a fight. He was lucky it hadn't happened while they were together.
Most of her history was unknown to him, but that didn't change his love for her. He was lucky to have someone like her to spend his life with. Even though he knew that after he was gone she would move on and find another, younger man to spend another forty odd years with.
She had denied it and he would have liked to believe her, but it was only a matter of time; and time was one thing that Immortal's had in abundance.
He could feel her breathing; asleep, but ready to awaken at a moment's notice. So full of life for one her age. He couldn't bear to leave her.
Suddenly, tears filled his eyes and one rolled down his cheek; unbidden and unwelcome. He let it be, not daring to wipe it away lest the movement ruin this special moment with his wife.
His wishes were in vain as he felt the gentle shift in her breathing as she moved from sleep into wakefulness. She turned her face upwards towards his and her face became sad as she saw the tear that lay on her husband's cheek.
She reached up and gently brushed it away. She didn't need to ask what was wrong; she knew. Gentle fingers caressed the side of his face before she reached up and kissed him gently on the lips. The kiss was gentle, but firm and reassuring.
Sliding back down, she lay her head once again on his shoulder. Her hand on his chest could feel his heartbeat, still strong after all these years. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him. She entwined her legs with his and they lay there; fully enjoying the other's company and comfort.
The birds sang outside the window as they welcome another warm July morning and the sun shone brightly through the large bay windows of their bedroom.
It was going to be another beautiful day; a perfect day to say good-bye.
Fini