One morning in the palace that ruled over Crystal Tokyo Endymion awoke to find his wife critically examining herself in the
mirror.
"Is something wrong?" He questioned.
"My hair is silver now."
"So's mine."
"My face is wrinkiling."
"Mine looks like a prune."
"I'm not as beautiful as I was."
"You're still beautiful to me."
"Do you mean that?" Serenity asked, staring unbelievingly at her husband."
Endymion strood up and walked over to his wife. He raised his hand and slowly carressed her face.
"Your hairs sliver, but you're more precious than gold to me."
"Y-you mean it?"
He kissed her deeply. "You know I do."
"I'll always love you Darien."
He smiled. "I will to."
It was true. They'd spent an entire lifetime together and there love had only grown. It had gone through its challenges, but
it had endured. And it was true, even if one-thousand more years passed they would always love one another.