Time is always love's worst enemy.
Cid Highwind, unbreakable, ever-youthful, passed away peacefully at his home in Rocket Town at the age of seventy-three.
His husband Vincent was left behind. He was almost a century old.
He remained by Cid's side in his final moments. In sickness and in health. Now, he sat alone, again.
There was grief. There were tears. He had lost, again.
But as the pain began to lessen, as life went on, he had realized nothing was truly lost.
Their happy memories, their daughter, their grandchildren.
Cid's love was different. Tangible. It would never be lost.