I don't own anything...

This one is heartbreaking

The room was pale with the light from the morning sun. The dusty window glowed with somber rays. Ike's bedroom was decorated sparsely with simple furniture. A white bed, a wooden dresser, pale walls. It was similar to an institution.

Soren helped Ike out of bed and into his wheelchair.

Ike had grown old and weary. He was ninety years old, and his hair was as gray as his blank eyes, glazed over with forgotten memories. With every movement he made, his body shook with fragility.

Soren still appeared to be in his twenties. His hair was as black as it had been seventy years ago. His eyes still as fierce as ever, his skin still porcelain and smooth.

It was his fate as one of the branded. Soren had known that one day, he would outlive Ike.

Soren already had to watch many of his comrades die of old age. Titania, Oscar, Boyd, Shinon, Gatrie, and Rhys. Almost all of the former Greil's mercenaries had died. Besides Ike and himself, the only ones remaining were Rolf and Mist, both in their eighties.

Soren watched in envy as each of these people died under the gentle embrace of sleep. He knew his death would occur in the very distant future.

Although he had expected Ike to die before he would, he didn't expect Ike to get Alzheimer's.

Soren took Ike outside to view the flowers. The peaceful moments they shared were all he could hope for.

What hurt Soren the most, however, was a question Ike asked him occasionally, when he was washing Ike's back, or feeding him.

"Do I know you?"

Soren smiled painfully. "Yes, I'm a friend of yours, Ike. Don't you remember me?"

"Sorry."

Soren wanted to cry desperately. This wasn't the Ike he loved. This wasn't the Ike who had been with him for seventy years.

He wanted Ike to remember the love they shared. The memories they had together.

Soren didn't mind Ike becoming old, but this was too much.

'I wish he would just die.'

A couple days later, Soren held Ike's hand as he lay on his deathbed.

"Soren...I love you..."

Soren bent down and gave Ike a brief kiss. He held back his tears. He was happy that in the very end, Ike had remembered him. His eyes turned back to their sapphire color, instead of the dead gray he had seen for the past few years.

Humans are so delicate. They grow old and die.

In the end, we're just like flowers.

That's really...depressing! Why did I just write something so sad?! Review please!