𝒪𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒪𝓁𝓎𝓂𝓅𝓊𝓈 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈

My Love

It was time to say goodbye...

No.

See you later.

Bryan was a step away from passing into the Afterlife. And Inpu was holding his waist gently as Bryan cupped his husband's weeping face.

"Inpu." He said in a sombre tone, "I- I have a request." The ghostly cupid gazed at him desolately.

"What is it?" Inpu choked.

"... Move on."

The Pharaoh's world stopped moving for moment. Everything went still. His breath. His tears. His heart. Just processing his loves dying request.

"W-w-what?" He stuttered.

"Move on, my Love." Bryan smiled serenely. But inside. It felt he was dying a second time...

"Find someone else. I love you and I- I don't want you alone, for rest of eternity. I can't be happy in Elysium if I know you're not."

Tears fell down the cupid's face.

The idea of his husband being with another, someone else made his heart ache, crack, and break but if it meant his husband's heart could be healed of the hole he left...

And

Knowing that his Inpu could be happy once more, even if it's not with him... was worth it all.

"No.

... I don't want someone else. I want you..." he begged.

Bryan wiped the tears off Inpu's face. "And the one you want doesn't want you alone."

~

When Bryan walked into the light, he didn't know (or maybe he did) that his stubborn lover would not 'move on'.

~

Inpu had spent five years. Five years with a single yet ambitious goal of resurrecting his husband.

He didn't listen to him when he said to move on. Why should he?

Bryan was his Love.

He was his first and his only love. The Pharaoh'd even dare say, Bryan was his Soulmate.

And regardless of The Fates cutting Bryan's thread. Inpu's still knotted itself to the broken soul of his husband.

A golden shaft of love was forever lodged in his heart. An immortal, throbbing wound, that not even the deathless gods could heal... aside well, Eros or Aphrodite.

And with all this in mind.

He couldn't just find someone else as there was no one else.

Inpu's stubbornness and ambitiousness paid off in the end as he was rewarded with the long-awaited sight, breath, and life of his beloved husband.

When he gazed upon his love for the first time in half a decade, he had almost forgotten the divine, unearthly beauty of his Bryan but his looks were nothing compared to the fact he was breathing and alive.

It felt impossible. But it was real, not a dream.

~