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Greg groan a bit when heard a crack from his back, he stretches his body and neck and arms before sighing loudly.
He slowly and carefully got up from the couch. He grabbed a cane near by him and took some careful steps. He slowly place his book in the bookshelf and saw a picture frame of his family. He grabbed it and glance at it.
His beautiful wife, Jesse and his three children, Liam and Layla and Anthony. They were celebrating New Years with the states and smiling. Utah was nice enough to take their family picture.
That was a long time ago. His children are no longer little children. They are grown-ups now. Ready to face the world and start their life. Even though it did hurt Greg a bit when he is face all alone in this house of his.
Liam had move to the state of Massachusetts to continue his degree as a doctor, wanting to be just like Uncle Mass when he grew up. Massachusetts had helped Liam got into one of his best university and helping him with his studies alongside with his partners, Virginia and Pennsylvania.
Layla came out as a Lesbian to her father after finding out that she not only had a thing for girls but was pinning for her childhood friend, Greg was ready to support his little girl, often reassuring her that he will support her and made a joke of wanting to meet his future daughter-in-law.
That resulted in her softly pushing him away from her in embarrassment, face red and puffing out her cheeks. "Daddy!" She would whine and Greg would chuckle and pitch her cheeks, further teasing her.
She is recently studying psychology and move to an apartment that York and Jersey had happen to own but gave it to her. Greg was at first worried that he would have to paid them back and often told the states that he didn't have to do this, which often resulted to them either ignoring his worries or said to not worry, that they wanted to.
He remembers gathering money and offering it to York, to repay him for his generosity for finding a place for his daughter, to which York rejected it.
"Keep it old man, you don't own me anything." "York, please, I insist! I don't want to seem like I'm ungrateful for all the troubles you went through for Layla, please, just--"
York shook his head. "We insisted. Layla deserve the best after all. Just take it easy old man, you are still recovering from Jesse's death." He huff, but cracking a small, rare smile at him.
And now, and not least, his little boy, Anthony.
He had move in with his wife, Nicole, to California and taken a job as a professor in one of California's University, he was an English professor and that was where he first met his beloved wife, Nichole Love. She was also a professor there and his students often makes jokes and secretly ships those two.
California did as well cause he had tooked a photo of the two once and sent it to Greg that his boy was finally becoming an adult. He has two two children. Four year old José and two year old Daniel. They often visited during the holidays, Greg would always spoils them rotten, it brought him joy to see the bright smile and joy in their eyes.
He just wish Jesse was there to see it all.
It had been almost ten years since he lost her. He remembers being a huge mess and couldn't handle the loss of his beloved. His sister and his children often comes by and tries their best to help him. Louisiana and Florida had popped in once when he was caught looking through their wedding photos, getting a scolding for skipping breakfast from Louie.
The two got him out of his chair and Louisiana offering to make him food as Florida often makes old man jokes to cheer him up, telling him stories of his own and how precious his beloved Cut was. To which Greg often rolled his eyes but smile softly, never getting tire of his friend's stories and love life.
Some states would also come visit him. To keep him company and keep him occupied from dark thoughts. Sometimes Greg thought how lucky he was to be friends with these people.
Gov even came to visit, though he was a bit awkward, making comments about his gray hair once, which cause Greg to scoff. "You're lucky you're immortal or else you'll be like me." He joked. "My old man looks like a 20 years old but still acts like a 80 year old, try living with that." Gov let out a huff, to which he got a soft smack behind the head by Penn.
"I'm right here you know."
Greg had made many friends. Had a wife and three beautiful children.
He had achieved his dream job.
He had lived a good life.
That's why, Greg Torres had died peacefully in his resting chair, a smile on his face.