No matter how lame this can be, at least it's not a tragedy.
"Will you remember me?" You hear his voice whispered into his ears. No! No, this is not happening. It just can't be.
"Will you remember me?" But here it comes again. You feel liquid flooding out from his chest under your palms, and from your eyes too.
Answer him! He's waiting! A voice urges in your head. No! I won't answer him! You tell yourself. Because you know if you do, it will all be over. And it can't be. You remember your vows at your wedding, under those not so perfect twinkling lights, in front of all the people. There will never be an end for you.
"If, I mean just if. If I become a memory, will you remember me?" He asks again. His voice is so low and crisp that you can barely catch it.
"Please, please don't." Is that all you can say to him? The voice within is mocking you now. Can't you just see that he's dying? No! Don't say that! You can't take this.
"So listen to me then. Listen, kid, don't, don't remember me. Wipe me out of your memory, he-heel yourself, and find someone." You hear him talking more and more slowly, you don't even know whether he knows what he's talking about now. "If I become a memory, let me be the lightest one." His voice fades away.
"No, no, please! Stay awake, stay with me!" You yell at him, but there is no response. No, it makes no sense. You remember how he stops you rambling or yelling with his tender fingers on your lips. And where is the ambulance? Why is there no one else helping you? It just makes no sense. You want to call for help, but you can't move, or make any more sound.
"Forgive me." He wakes again. And you hear it, the tide-like breath.
"And forget me." That's his last word.
"No!" Reid wakes up, from the dream, in Morgan's worrying gaze.
"It's Okay. It is just a dream, kid. You are with me now." Morgan pulls him in his arms and soothes him until the tremors disappear.
"Can you sleep now?" Morgan asks quietly. Seeing Reid shake his head, Morgan sighs and asks again, "Should we talk about it?"
Reid contemplates awhile, and shakes his head again. But after a second, he comes to nod slightly.
"Okay, whatever it was about, you gotta know it's not real, and it won't happen." Morgan cups Reid's cheeks in his hands, not asking more about anything, but just telling the younger man what must be the fact and the truth too.
"Will you remember me, if I become a memory?" Reid doesn't answer but asks.
Morgan leans back a bit and frowns. Then he asks levelly, "Do you want me to?"
"I…I don't know. I don't, I think." Reid answers, and finally lifts his eyes to meet Morgan's.
"But I still will. There is not a person or a thing in this world that can gouge you out of my memory. And I know that you'll do exactly the same." Morgan says, feeling himself trembling at the idea that Reid will one day leave him forever, or he does the thing to Reid.
Neither of them says anything more. They lie down back in the bed, relishing the fragrance of each other, listening enchantedly to their heartbeats in a symphony, and waiting for the first stroke of sunshine upon them together.
If I become a memory, please, just live the way you want. Forget me or not, forget it.
I didn't know why I wrote this. I might well just be mad at that moment. So if you read this, and it made you uncomfortable, forget it! Forget all the shit I wrote. I'm sorry…