In A Week
Note: This was inspired by Hozier’s “In A Week,” and I had an existential crisis writing it. 😬👌🏼
Erik felt the warmth of Charles’ back against his chest, the smaller man’s body rising and falling with his slow breathing. Erik’s husband had long lost his dark hair, and his own hair had greyed considerably, but Charles’ eyes were still the same – those brilliant sapphire orbs Erik had always loved staring into and getting lost in. They had never dulled over the last 60 years, not one shade.
He wrapped his arms around his husband and held Charles close to him, feeling the beauty of his dreams from his energy. Then he felt him shift, turning to face Erik.
“Yes, liebling?” He said, kissing Charles’ head gently.
“Are you afraid of death?” The question felt heavy, like a weight on his chest.
“No,” Erik replied after a minute. “I’m not. You know why?”
“Because I believe that we never truly die. There has to be more to existence.”
“I’m afraid…” Charles’ voice cracked and he pulled himself closer to Erik.
“What are you afraid of?”
“Living without you. What if you go first? What if I-I’m alone?”
“I’ll do everything I can to contact you, sneak into your dreams.”
“Don’t leave me.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”