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The Familiar Stone -Etho

Yes another angst - a slight song fic but no lyrics just a song inspired this

Just as a slight warning, its not going to be a light-hearted one.

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3rd Person POV

A smile plastered behind his mask. The normal glint in his eyes gone, it had been, for months. His feet walk the familliar path through the streets. Pavement under the soles of his boots. His green jacket providing just enough protection against the cold, wintery air. Hair flopping with the winds.

The streets are busy yet here he is, feeling like the only one in existance.  The man's eyes trace each stone in the concrete paths, like their the most intresting thing in the world. He doesn't look where hes going. He doesn't need to. Hes made the treak many time before.

He leaves his thoughts at the feeling of his phone vibrating in his pocket. The man reaches in, grabs the devise and looks at the screen which read the contact: 'Doc'

It continues to ring as the white-haired man debates with himself, coming to a decision to answer.

"Hello, Etho. Where are you?" the voice on the other side speaks quickly. "Just going to talk to Beefers." "Etho, you need to let him go. Its been months." Etho didn't speak another word, just ended the call and put his phone on mute. He didn't need any interuptions.

Etho starts to figet with the simple gold band that adorned his ring finger. Subcontously taking a deep breath as he opened the rusty iron gate. It giving a long screech of retalliation. The white-haired man  walks up the dirt path, diverting from it when he sees the familliar willow tree. The ground was startng to frost as the night  draws close. Each blade of grass cacooned in a growning layer of white.

Finally he reaches where he wanted to go. Sitting down next to a lage grey stone. "Hey beefers" he begins, eyes swelling with unshead tears when he got no response. Of course he wouldn't. Beef, his husband, was gone. 

The tears start to fall, getting stronger with each sob that leaves Etho's lips. Mourning his late husband. "You said that 'we'll live this life till we made the end' so why aren't you here?" His voice is no louder than a whisper. 

With the sky darkening, Etho new his time with Beef's resting place was limited. That Doc and Bdubs would drag him back to their appartment, whether he wanted to go or not. Etho knew that they only wanted to stop him from getting sick, but all he wanted was Beef. He would quite gladly swap placed with his fallen love.

Even if that meant going through the pain he did.

"Etho?" A thick German accent calls "Come home." Docs famillar face comes into view, the sinking sun illuminating his face. Etho feels Doc's hand hold his. "we'll come back tomorrow, yeah?" 

Etho just nods. So with Doc near by and Bdubs waiting at home they walk to their appartment. "Goodbye Beefers."

Vintage Beef

1999-2025

Beloved husband, son and friend

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I warned you. Sorry if this has upset people but I needed to write something.