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i'm so sorry 🥀

He wanted to pretend everything was okay.

That's what he had done before, with him. Pretended like there wasn't a war raging just outside their doorstep. Like the entire world couldn't change in an instant. And they could, he could, because he was there and he was perfect and he was everything beautiful and good and bright in this messed-up reality of theirs, and he had loved him.

Now his world was gone, and nothing would ever be okay again.

He stooped down in front of the grave of his husband, tears pushing their way in rivulets down his dirt-stained cheeks. This wasn't right. Nothing about this was right.

His hands shook as he pulled a crimson flower out of his inventory. Though wilted now, there was a time when his husband's hand had held the very same poppy, when he had smiled—oh gods, that smile.

He would give up the world to see that smile again.

Carefully, gently, he placed it down on top of freshly dug earth, leaves cracking against the coarse soil.

He stood up. Everything they had said and all the words that remained unspoken stretched between them through a vastness as empty as the void, but—no. No, they didn't stretch. They dangled, hopelessly, missing the other side, the one it all was for, the one who was gone and it could never be fixed.

It was just him now.

"I'm so sorry." His voice cracked, and suddenly his eyes were awash with new tears. "In a different life, we could have been happy. I'm so sorry it wasn't this one."