Fluffy Oneshots

I Love You Part 3

For 30 years after that intense day in the office, Win and Bright lost all contact. Win's mental health steadily declined, but Natalie, his wife, got him into psychiatric therapy, which helped somewhat. Still, their family life was falling apart. Bright's marriage to Aleeta wasn't any better—they fought frequently, and Bright often found himself escaping to the beach to clear his mind. On those quiet beach days, Bright would pull out a handkerchief—Win's handkerchief, forgotten in his office all those years ago—and kiss it, a habit that had formed unintentionally. Despite Win's absence, Bright's feelings for him had grown deeper, to the point where he realized he loved Win fully.

As time passed, both men faced significant changes. By the time Win was 65, Natalie passed away. Bright, who had been divorced by Aleeta in his early 50s, was single again as well. Both men, once tied by marriage and responsibility, were now alone.

Bright, feeling the pull of unresolved emotions, began searching for Win, hoping to find him after all these years. What he found, however, was heartbreaking—Win had been admitted to a psychiatric ward, suffering from PTSD and severe depression. Seeing his old friend, his love, in such a fragile state, Bright made a decision. He wanted to take Win home, to care for him, now that both of them were free from the burdens of their past. Bright couldn't bear the thought of letting Win suffer alone any longer.

Their journey, once interrupted, was now at a point where they could finally come together, even after all these years.

The psychiatric ward was far from Bright's hometown, and traveling such a long distance in the biting cold of winter was not easy for him. At his age, Bright wheezed and suffered from panic attacks now and then, but none of that mattered. His love for Win, despite their years apart, felt as young as ever. As he drove, his thoughts were filled with all the love he had bundled up inside him, waiting for this moment. He was certain he could help Win recover, knowing that Win had always loved him more than anything.

Bright arrived at the psychiatric ward on time, and the attendants led him to Win's room. He opened the door gently, and there was Win, sitting quietly, looking at a picture of Bright, his eyes brimming with tears. Every so often, Win would kiss the photo, holding it like it was his last connection to the love he thought was lost. Seeing this, Bright's eyes welled up, and he broke down, silently crying as he walked behind Win.

Sensing someone behind him, Win slowly turned. He couldn't believe his eyes—there, in front of him, stood the love of his life. At first, he hesitated, his hands trembling as they reached to touch Bright's face, unsure if this was real or just another cruel dream. When their tears met, falling like an endless stream, Win realized it was truly Bright, right there with him. Overcome with emotion, Bright kissed Win passionately, devouring the lost time and the years they'd been apart. Win smiled into the kiss, his heart flooding with relief. He had missed Bright's touch more than anything.

They pulled away only briefly, and Bright, still teary-eyed, cooed softly, "How are you, my love? Still as adorable as ever..." Win's happy tears fell onto Bright's hands as he tried to find words. "I don't know what to say," Win whispered. "I'm incredibly happy you're here." Bright kissed him again, holding Win with a tenderness that hadn't dulled over time. Just like in the old days, he lifted Win onto his lap, cradling him gently. "I'm taking you home with me, Win. I'll take care of you from now on. I love you so much." Win sobbed with happiness, overwhelmed by the moment. "I love you too, Bright. More than words could ever say."

They smiled at each other through their tears, packed up Win's bags, and prepared to leave the psychiatric ward together. Bright was ready to give Win the life he deserved, and they both knew that this time, they would finally be together, without anything standing in their way.

Arriving at Bright's house felt like heaven for Win. After they settled their bags, Bright led Win to their new bedroom—this was not the same room he had shared with Aleeta. After the divorce, Bright had moved to a new house, creating a fresh start for himself. Win's heart swelled with happiness as he sat on the bed, letting out a deep sigh that seemed to say, *Finally, I am home.*

Bright approached him with a warm smile. "Why the sigh, love?"

Win's face lit up, filled with excitement. He cupped Bright's face and whispered, "I love you, and I want you now."

Bright chuckled, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You're so impatient."

Win frowned playfully. "I've been waiting too long."

Bright smirked, leaning in closer. "You don't have to wait anymore. I am at your service. I'm yours for the rest of our lives."

Win was overwhelmed by Bright's words, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. Soon, Bright leaned in and kissed him, and they both felt as if they were on cloud nine, finally reunited after years apart.

They made love again and again, unable to contain their happiness. Win was pleasantly surprised by their energy; he felt vibrant and alive, wondering if he had ever truly been sick. Bright laughed at Win's nervous and excited expressions, reveling in the youthful exuberance that radiated from him. It was as if they were both young again, lost in their love for one another.

"I love you so much, Win," Bright said, tears glistening in his eyes. "I will protect you every day until my last breath."

Win smiled ear to ear, his heart brimming with affection. "I love you too, in every life, you are mine. I love you so, so much. I would die without you."

Bright flinched playfully, teasing, "You're obsessed with me."

"Yes, I am obsessed with you forever," Win replied with a grin.

They cuddled together, wrapped in their own world, content in each other's arms. Their love was a growing seed, nurtured in the right place, thriving with each passing moment. It wouldn't fade away; it was destined to flourish, as bright and enduring as the bond they shared.