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It’s the year 2083, Gavin is 81 and his health isn’t getting any better. The reflect of the sunlight on his ring catches his eye and he looks back at the full and happy life he’s had with his husband. It’s been almost 40 years now and sometimes it still feels weird to say it. He can’t believe he got so lucky.
Walking around the corner, pestering about his bad hip locking every other step he hears a soft sniffling sound almost drowned under the racket that their ancient coffee maker he insists they keep always makes. Connor’s standing in the middle of the room, crying while preparing him his morning drink.
Gavin raises his shaky, wrinkly hand to grab the still smooth and perfect skin of the other’s skin, still as youthful as the day they met, and would bring him down in a soft kiss. “We always knew it’d end like this. Wouldn’t stop me from doing it all over again. Every time.”
It doesn’t stop his crying. If anything it only makes it worse. Connor nods before hiding his face in the crook of Gavin’s neck. His smell is still the same. God, he’ll miss it. Reconstructing it in his brain will never come close to this moment.
Carefully, very mindful of his strength he hugs Gavin. He broke one of his ribs like this a few years back and still feels guilty over it. Connor had always been happy with what he was. Proud even. Now he only wishes he were human too.