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“--ICTOR!”
Pain enveloped his cheek up to his head as something hard him on the face. His eyes opened and widened as it landed on a pair of brown eyes looking down at him.
He blinked. And groggily whispered, “…What?”
His cheeks were cupped, and trembling lips placed a lingering kiss on his forehead. “God, you’re finally awake. Thank God.”
That voice.
He raised his eyes and trailed them from that mop of dark locks, down to those bespectacled eyes, down to those soft lips, down to his collar bones, chest, torso, groin, legs and feet. He brought his eyes up again and met worried dark ones staring back at him. “Yuuri?” He asked, uncertain and afraid of the answer he’d receive.
The other smiled and brushed his hair lovingly. “Yeah, it’s me. Are you feeling alright now? You have been sleeping since yesterday afternoon. You’ve been burning up so badly, I grew so concerned when you were suddenly crying. I let it go for the first few times but you were wailing so badly just few minutes ago and fever dreams are never goo—Oomph!” He gasped as Victor suddenly sat up and wrapped him into a tight and too-warm hug. “You’re still a little warm,” Yuuri murmured in the crook of his shoulder.
He didn’t care.
“God, God, God, it was just a dream,” He whispered in relief. He released the other a little and patted Yuuri for any injury.
He got a swat on his arm. “Stop that. Your hands are so heavy.” Yuuri sighed, and kissed his jaw. “What’s wrong? You look so panicked and terrified.”
Was it really dream?
He went and pinched himself.
Yuuri pulled his hand away from each other. “Okay, stop injuring yourself. What’s wrong? Talk to me. Do you need to go to a hospital and get checked-up?”
He shook his head and pulled his husband closer again. “I…had a dream. That you had Alzheimer’s Disease and it was turning worse and worse quickly until…you and I needed to separate because you can’t remember anything anymore. You died, Yuuri. You died in my dream using your last breath to call my name and tell me you love me too. It was so heart-breaking, I think I just got traumatized.” He peppered kisses on the brunet’s face. “You’re not hiding anything like that from me, are you?”
Yuuri’s worried face turned offended. “No.”
He sighed in relief and squeezed their hands together and leaned their forehead against each other’s. “Thank God.”
Yuuri smiled and stared right at Victor’s eyes. They hadn’t lost their brightness, determination and fire. “I promised you and Yurio I’d grow old with you. Nothing will ever make me break my promise.”
He placed a kiss on the Japanese’s lips. “I love you.”
The reply he got wasn’t painful, breathless and heart-wrenching. “I love you too.”
The universe cared after all. And fate might have gotten guilty in the end.
He had no complaints.
He preferred this ending.