The waves lapped gently onto the shore. My head was laying in his lap. His hands were idly twining their way through my hair, and it was bliss. The sun was in the process of deciding whether or not to set, and the beach was Just on the warm side of hot, and cooling. My feet were buried in the sand, and so were his. We were each in our swimgear, though his was redundant. He wouldn't be swimming today, it wasn't his element. I spent some time in the water, but I never went far. If I had my way, that would always be true. You could see me, and you would see him. On my tombstone, you would see "He was never far from him." but then, you'd have to wait an awfully long time to put his tombstone next to mine. I wonder how you'd go about saving the plot.
"Deep thoughts?" He asked, his voice silk, smooth, like everything about him. I opened my eyes and looked up, up, and up, until I craned my neck back to look at his heterochomatic eyes. He was smiling, an expression gentler than the usual smirk he wore, less wry than it was... concerned? "Mmm?" I hummed, the question evident. I was a little lost in thought, and as musical as his voice was, I'd lost the words in his tone.
"You're awake, and up till a few moments ago you were content, and all at once you look like you're having bad dreams. What's wrong?" Just like him, to cut to the quick, to see me, to see through me like that. "I..." I hedged. I hesitated. He waited.
"You're... I guess I was thinking about how you're going to outlive me." He nodded, the movement taking on shades of it's own meloncholy, though his tone was light when he responded "You don't know that, maybe I've hired an assassin already, to make sure I die in your arms. Ah, what a romantic scene, just you wait!" We chuckled, and we smiled, and our smiles faded. "Will... you..." I stammered. I shivered. He wrapped his arms around my waist. and he waited. "will you... have another when I'm gone?"
He blinked, at that. "First," He said, his expression thoughtful, putting up a finger, "There is no 'another.' I have never met anyone like you, and I never will. But as to whether or not I'll, Ahem, Have someone..." His brow furrowed. This was one of the reasons I loved him. He considered the quetsion. It would have been so easy to dismiss it, so easy to wave away the question. 'of course not, you are the only one i will ever love!' ... but... "Forever is a long time," I said, reminding him, sort of thinking out loud. "Forever wouldn't be long enough if you could be there with me," he responded, as easy as breathing. He was clearly still thinking, still pondering, his answer too casual to be anything other than directly from the heart, thoughtless, beyond cosidering. It set my heart on fire. I could have wept... well, if I could.
"I think..." He said, pausing long enough to worry at his lower lip with a tooth, his gaze far away, far beyond the sea. I interrupted him. He'd been so... well, so him, that I had to. "You'd Better," I said, emphasizing it as much as I could. I wasn't exactly an intimidating figure, lying in the sand, my head in his lap, but he stiffened anyway, and looked down at me, one of his furrowed brows rising quizzically. I insisted.
"You'd absolutely better have someone else once I'm... gone. You're too perfect, beautiful, witty, and every other positive adjective not to be told as such every day. You can mourn. I mean, How could you not?" I said, as he chimed in at the same time, "How could I not?" We laughed. We smiled. Our smiles faded. I raised a hand to press a hand to his cheek. "I want you to mourn my loss, that's totally fair. But don't... Don't brood. Don't let my loss change you. Remember me, if you can, but when time has passed, and you've healed a little, enough, then... Then you have to find another, so that someone else can tell you how perfect you are, remind you on the bad days that you're worth having around, that you're worth anything, everything." He blinked. I had to lower my eyes, tear them away from his. I watched the ocean for a while. He didn't respond with words, but his arms around my sternum, around my chest grew tighter, and he held me tightly as the sun set. Darkness took the beach, and we let it, because we were never far from each-other, and that was more than enough.