A/N: Hey guys! Back with the last update of the month! Hope you like it!
He can imagine it. The fireplace with photos on the mantle and shoes messily piled near the door with discarded jackets and car keys on the coffee table.
Him making breakfast (because she's terrible in the kitchen) mixing up a mean omelet while a fresh pot of coffee gurgles in the background. The sun shines through the small kitchen window and she appears in all her freshly woken up glory wearing his shirt.
"Morning, beautiful," he'd sing as she squints through the sun and heads for the coffee only to be stopped by him gathering her up in his arms.
"Seaweed brain," she'd mutter under her breath, only to give in, leaning against his chest and closing her eyes. And they'd stand together in their little kitchen, pressed lightly against each other.
He can imagine it. That future in their new apartment, holding each other with the smells of breakfast around them.
That future that feels so close, just within his grasp, like he can remember when they saw the place for the first time, falling in love with the kitchen window. Like he can remember the black pen they used to sign the lease and when they moved in with all the boxes labelled in blue sharpie.
Memories of a time that never existed.
He opens his eyes and the scene fades away the sunlight vanishing into the darkness that surrounds him. Blinking he lets his eyes adjust to the dark, struggling, as though he really was just bathed in the sun.
Perhaps he was.
There's a faint light off somewhere on the distant right, the only thing that allows him to make out the shapes in the dark. He feels around the ground next to him.
All traces of that future are gone now, so far away, no matter how hard he reaches. He remembers when the cave came into sight, a hope for some form of shelter. He remembers the black hellhound on his heels and the dark blue night sky.
Memories of reality.
His hand comes into contact with something soft along the dirt. Warmth against the cold and he grasps tightly. Fingers intertwining with the hand on the floor, they squeeze back and he hears rustling to his left.
Somehow, in the dark they manage to stand up, silently, gripping each other tightly as they take cautious steps, walking slowly towards the faint light to the right.
Her hand in his is enough to make him respect the now. The now where she's alive, by his side. They get closer to the light and he can make out her blonde hair. It's not bathed in sunlight but it's okay. It's okay because she's here now.
He might be far from that future, he might be close, but right now he has her.
And as they walk back into the night he gets a flash of a memory, one with coffee and eggs and leaning against a kitchen counter.
He can imagine it.
And this time it doesn't fizzle away in the light of the moon but gently settles in the back of his mind.
After all, despite how much he looked forward to the future, he has her now and the little kitchen with breakfast and the gentle embrace…that's simply a memory that just hasn't happened yet.
A/N: So what did you think? Just wanted to write something about appreciating what you have right now, while you have it. Especially in these times, I think it's good to reflect and understand what we are fortunate enough to have. But of course it's also okay to dream about the future you're striving for, it's good to find a balance.
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