the metacrisis wasn’t possible, in one extreme or the other; both their minds would burn sooner or later. tentoo x rose. 3211 words, oneshot. angst af.
i am a firm believer they’re happy in PW and grow old together and everything’s peachy. but this idea attacked me so i’m squeezing it for all it’s worth. i regret this already.
content warnings: memory loss (implied short-term, long-term, alzheimer’s, senility, its effects on the people around, medication messes, etc.) and implied character death.
They realized something was wrong at different times. For her, it happened during one morning shower that should’ve had nothing out of the ordinary, but the steam had spread throughout their flat like a thick winter fog and he was curled up under the nearly boiling water, holding his head with an iron grip. He refused to reveal when it happened for him, through a heavy silence that only made her firsts clench. They had what could’ve been their greatest fight yet, if it weren’t for him not saying a word back. She stormed out, only to come back before the windows had cleared from the remaining drops to dry her own against his neck. His hug left bruises and she couldn’t help but hurt herself with the thought of them lasting longer than him.