Fountain of Youth (Fruk)

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I was so comfortable this morning that I couldn't wake up. I wanted to lay in bed forever. I used the blanket to cover my head and felt Arthur shake me. "Don't forget to take your medicine," he spoke.

"You don't forget to take yours," I spoke. Oddly enough, his voice sounded a bit different to me. Maybe it was my morning ears? I continued to snuggle into the bed and kept my eyes closed.

I felt him get up from the bed and heard his footsteps move toward the restroom, but I didn't think much of it. I only cared about staying in my bed a little longer. It's not easy being old...

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

My eyes widened, and I shot up from my bed. "Arthur?" I spoke. I quickly ran to the restroom, where the scream was heard, and I felt a little odd when I stood up. "Arthur?! What's wrong?" I called. I opened the door quickly, and I froze in my place. My jaw dropped as I looked at him.

He...well—Arthur?...he was on the floor holding himself horrified, and he was shaking.

That wasn't the worst part...he didn't look like the husband I fell asleep next to last night. "Arthur?..." I asked. He slowly looked at me, and it was like he nearly fainted. "Francis?" He spoke, horrified. I looked at him confused, and finally looked at the mirror across the way, and I nearly fainted.

I ran to the mirror and began to touch my face in horror. I slapped myself multiple times, but nothing changed. I was me, but I wasn't. "WHAT THE HELL?!" I yelled. How was this possible?

"Arthur?" I asked. I quickly knelt beside him, and he continued to hold himself. "Don't touch me! WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? Where is my husband?!" He was starting to freak out and grab onto his face.

"Arthur! It's me! I am Francis..." I tried to say. I tried to grab him, but he started to hit me, and it threw me off. Was he always this strong? "Arthur...please!" He hit me again over the head.

"It's me!" I tried to say, but he began to kick me away. "Please! My love!" I tried to speak again. "You are not my Francis! Where is he?!" He demanded. "It is me! Darling! We have two kids together! Alfred and Matthew! Matthew has a daughter...Madeline...and Alfred has two daughters, Amelia and Sakura! Please!"

He suddenly stopped fighting me and looked at me, shocked. "Francis?... It's really you? But you look so different!" He spoke. I nodded at him, holding my head. Seriously! Has he always been this strong? "You look different too..." I spoke.

I began to pull him up to his feet, and I held his hands gently. "How is this possible?" He asked. He reached a hand to my cheek and looked at me curiously. I couldn't help but do the same to him.

His wrinkles were gone, his skin had a youthful glow, and his freckles were lighter and more prominent. His eyebrows weren't as thick, and he was taller and thinner. He...looked like he was in his twenties. I never realized how long it had been since I had seen this version of him.

Arthur touched my hair and began to twirl it around his fingers. "How is this possible? We are...you look...young," he spoke. I shrugged my shoulders at him, but I could agree. We definitely were young.

I grabbed his hand that was in my hair and looked at myself through the mirror. I looked much different. I was also thinner and taller. My hair looked thicker and more vibrant. My skin looked smooth and glowed. We were young again.

"What's happened? What do we do?" Arthur asked. He looked like he was freaking out, but I quickly held him. "Hey! It's okay! Don't freak out! We will figure this out!" I tried to reassure him. I did not know when to start. How the hell are we supposed to figure this out? I tried to comfort him, but it was hard to find the words.

"Okay...before we start, let's just get ready for the day; maybe that might help!" I suggested. He nodded at me, worried, and I urged him toward the shower. I was about to walk away, but he stopped me. "Darling, can you stay with me?" He asked. I nodded at him and smiled. "Of course! I won't leave you alone!" I smiled.

He nodded at me and began to turn on the water in the shower. "This is making me nervous; I don't like any of it," he spoke. I agreed with him; my hands were getting sweaty as I stared at him. "We will figure it out," I reassured. I crossed my arms, staring at him.

I lifted an eyebrow as he started to take his shirt off, which was doing something to me. "Hmm..." I spoke. I continued to watch him, confused, and I felt my face getting hot. He threw his shirt on the ground, and I felt my heart racing as he began to take his pants off.

"Uhh..." I spoke. I said it a little louder because it caught his attention. He looked back at me, confused, and soon enough, his face turned red. "Francis! Oh my god!" He shouted. I looked at him, confused, and he covered his eyes quickly. He looked away from me, and I felt confused. "What? I've seen you naked many times!" I tried to say.

"Francis! You fucking idiot! Look down!" He shouted. My eyes widened as I did what he said. "OH MY GOD!" I spoke excitedly.

"Wow! It's been a long time!"

"Francis! GET OUT!"

"What? But I thought you wanted me to stay?"

"NOT ANYMORE!"

He uncovered his eyes and began to push me out. His face was red, and I laughed nervously.

Then suddenly, everything began to sit in.

I had a boner...oh shit...

"I am so sorry, darling; I'll leave you alone...let me know if you need anything! I'll go through our old clothes for us!" I laughed. He nodded at me, annoyed, and slammed the door in my face as soon as he pushed me out. "I'll pick out something nice for you!" I laughed.

"SHUT UP!"

"LOVE YOU TOO!"

I turned away from the door with a smile on my face.

We were young again...

I couldn't help but smile at the realization. I wanted to take advantage of us being young again. I don't know how this happened, but I felt happy.