Our World Will Never Be The Same

This is different. It feels nice if you ask him. Awkward to other people after all his claims but it happened. He was happy. They were happy. He needs to remind himself that it's not just him now. There was them now.

It feels amazing and brilliant and normal even if there is no normalcy at all in their home. Home... That's nice. Calling this flat they live in their home.

Sometimes, there is too much to bear and they fight but they always bounce back. Always. They love each other too much, you see.

Kisses and hugs and cuddles are normal in this flat. Even if it's when they watch the telly or just sit in the couch. Even when they're busy doing a case or just for comfort. It's nice. What they have is nice.

Even if the world goes against them, they go together. It's you and me against the world.

Once they grow old together and you see one of them in a hospital bed with the other sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs, crying since he doesn't want him to go, they will comfort each other 'til they die. Once he does, he will whisper to the quiet hospital room (save for the other's quiet sobbing) only 6 words. 2 sentences. I love you. Take care, Love... While his last thoughts were, 'Our world has never been the same since I met you...'

Author's Note:

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