TharnType - One-shot [English]

The end

MAME had posted a tweet with what she had imagined for the end of the TharnType story. So I decided to write it down. 

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- Happy birthday, Type.

- Happy birthday to you.

I smile at my husband as we blow out the candles. Today we celebrate 70 years together. I still can't believe it.

My eyes are filled with tears. I remember our first anniversary together. It was Tharn who wanted to mark the occasion by inviting me to a fancy restaurant. I especially remember the night that followed. I thanked the heavens for a long time that I didn't have to go to school the next day, because my body was so sore. I laugh at the memory. This kind of feat would be quite complicated at our age.

- What makes you laugh so much?

- Our first anniversary.

He opens his eyes wide, I can see when he remembers what I mean. He also starts to laugh.

- I was a little hard on you that day, wasn't I?

- A little. But hey, I still married you...

- And you have made me the happiest man.

He leans over to me, to place a soft kiss on my wrinkled lips. Despite the years, I still find him as beautiful as ever. He has lost none of his piercing eyes, and even his white hair is still soft. Still softer than mine anyway!

We've been retired for a few years, but we decided to stay in our house. It's big, and we have all our memories here.

We got married on our 25th birthday, once we had finished school and had both worked hard enough to afford it. My father was there, of course. Even though he grumbled the whole time, my mom told me a secret: he cried.

I look absentmindedly at the ring on my finger. Over the years, it has seen a lot. But it has always remained in its place. Nothing and no one could separate us. We didn't even want to have children. We talked about it for a while, it seemed natural. But we felt so good together, that we didn't feel the need to complete our family.

No, on the other hand, often entrusted us with her granddaughter. We were also able to keep Tharn's nieces and nephews. And then their children. We lived a good life, that's for sure.

That's why, that morning, when I wake up in his cold arms, I'm not sad.

Of course, I would have liked him to continue his life with me, and I would have liked to die with him. But he got the ending he always wanted: with me in his arms.

I place a kiss on her cold lips, before standing up. I carefully cover her body, and head for the phone.

Once the ambulance is here, I sit in a chair. I asked to go with him, but they prefer that I join him a little later. They want to do some tests first to find out exactly what he died of.

I don't need to know, but they say it's necessary. So I end up agreeing. I can see him again in two days.

It's been a long time since we've been apart. When silence returns to the house, I turn to her picture. I gently caress her image, as the first tears escape my eyes.

After a week, I was finally able to organize the funeral. All of our friends and family are together. I am getting a lot of support, hugs, and prayers. I am happy to see them again. I am happy to see how much Tharn is loved.

The hours stretch, one by one, all the people who came go back to their normal lives. I stand in front of her grave, looking at the letters written on it, the many offerings made by the living. I sigh.

- So this is it... It's over. I always thought I would go first. I never thought you would leave me like this. I love you Tharn, I miss you so much. I feel like a part of me died with you. Because you were part of me. After all these years, you were the only person I could, but also the only one who could stand me.

Only silence answers me.

- You know, if you come back now, I'll let you do whatever you want. I'll let you mess with me. I'll let you make fun of me. I'll let you play your guitar all night long. If you come back...

A tear escapes from my closed eyes. How to live now that he is no longer here? How to eat? How to sleep? How to breathe? He was my life... And he is gone.

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1 month later

I walk into our house, with a shopping bag, which I put on the counter. I look at the picture of my husband, and smile at him.

- I went to the market today. I'm happy, I found some good fruit. I would like to make a fruit salad, what do you think? Or maybe some noodles. I haven't eaten noodles for a long time. But I don't know if I can make them as well as you can. You know I can't cook when you're not around. I can imagine you shaking your head and grumbling. But you can't stop me from eating what I want now!

I get ready to eat, before settling on the couch, in front of our TV.

- Oh, there's a soccer game! It's Liverpool playing. Haha, I can scream as much as I want! Too bad you're not here to feed me, carrying all those groceries made me tired. I forgot to take a glass of water too. Wait for me here, I'll be back. We can watch the game together later.

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1 year later

- It's already been a year since you left. Ah, how time flies! No's daughter came to see me today. She's a good girl. And her son has grown so much! You can imagine that he is already 18 years old. I think he has someone in his life, he was glued to his phone all the time. Hehe, maybe he too will find the love of his life when he gets out of high school. Anyway, the most important thing is that he is happy.

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5 years later

- I had an idea! You know I'm getting old. But I wanted to get away for a while. How about a trip to the beach? It's been a long time since I visited my parents' old hotel. I'm curious to see if it has changed. Imagine how mad my dad would be to know that I brought you there again, when he's not there to watch us. His face would certainly be very funny.

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10 years later

Tharn POV

I can't help but smile at him. He is cooking, while talking to me. In fact, he's talking to my picture. One of those in the house. He put one in each room. I love it when he tells me about his day, his feelings, his thoughts. He has never given himself up as much as at this moment.

He has aged in 10 years, but he is still as beautiful as ever. His hair is pure white, and his eyes are as soft as ever. At least when he looks at me. Yesterday, a young man in a car was driving too fast, and almost hit him. When Type raised his cane and started to threaten him, calling him names, the young man ran away! It was so funny to see my good old Type again. He still has a sharp tongue. And he's as stubborn as ever. I wonder if it's even gotten worse with age.

He goes into the living room. I follow his steps carefully.

All of a sudden he collapses on the ground! Type! Guy! No! Get up! I have to get help as soon as possible! Somebody!!! Save him!

I beg you... Somebody come and save my love!

- Tharn... Tharn..

I stop when I hear him call my name.

- Please... Let me join you. Ten years was far too long.

I smile softly at the thought. Okay, my love. Join me. I bend over his body. With a kiss, I take his last breath.

We are finally together my love.