Authors note: I just had to write this, sorry if it's not great, but i hope you enjoy. Spoilers for the movie, and tissue warning may be needed.
Usual disclaimers apply.
"We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time." ~ T.S. Eliot
I walked back over to Martin, with my omelette and raspberries in hand.
They've ran out of blueberries, so I got you raspberries instead." He didn't say anything.
"Oh I'm sorry, is it a quiet time?" I asked him. It was then I turned to his laptop, and noticed a page that had information on a man called Michael Hess. I knew in my heart that it was my Anthony.
I looked back to Martin, and noticed the sympathetic look he was giving me. I didn't want to believe it, but in my heart I knew it was true.
"He's dead isn't he?" I asked him, praying that it my instincts were wrong.
"Yes. I'm sorry." I heard the sympathy in his voice.
My heart was breaking, and I tried desperately to control my tears. I felt Martin wrap his arms around me. I finally let my tears fall, seeking comfort in his embrace.
I kept thinking about how he must have died, not knowing that I was looking for him all these years, and now he would never know. That thought alone broke my heart all over again. I felt Martin rubbing my back, trying to give me what comfort he could.
My boy, my Anthony was gone. I had lost him all over again. I would never know if he thought of me, or if he had a good life.
I had finally found him, after all these years of not knowing where he was. I finally found him. Even though it was not the way I had hoped.