Ok I know I said that was the last part to this
But I need to put this out here:
Person 1 lives forever. They see people die and break down and grieve. They see devastation and war. They see laughter and fleeting smiles and pieces of sunlight of sunlight pierce the darkness. Thousands of sunsets and the same stars for so, so many years.
Then they meet Person 2. Their soulmate. And they inevitably fall in love because this is the person I've been waiting for all these years. This is the person who was made for me and I them.
And they get married. And they have three years left to live after meeting their Soulmate.
Because when you walk down the isle and beam at the person you love, you find you don't mind at all that they signify the end of your world.
Because for you, it's also the beginning of something short, but so beautiful, and every bit as worth it as you had heard.
And you feel your heart fluttering in happiness like a bird trapped inside your ribcage. You laugh lightly. You feel shaky with relief. You're finally with them. And you love them so, so much. Even if at first you tried not to.
You glide towards them, practically floating. The sunlight peeks through the trees around you, as if the sun itself is smiling down at them.
They grin back at you, their eyes shining with what looks to be tears.
You lift a hand to wipe them away as they fall. You embrace them, heart filled with so much joy, and you think it was worth it. This. This was worth the wait.
All those years of pain, stormy skies, lonely nights and praying for them to save you.
Worth it.
And you know your best friend will attend your funeral, their gaze dull and their world a tragic shade of grey.
You know this will end up contributing to the mishmash of pain they will see over the years.
You know the funeral will be right here, on the grounds they were wed.
Would it rain?
Would the world cry for them?
But you have lived long enough to know this is what you have endured so long for.
You know their heart would break if you left them. You know you couldn't possibly hurt them like that.
You know you've always been too deep in to give out now.
You've looked forward to this moment since you were a child, listening to your mother whisper stories of her own to you before you were old enough to possibly understand. You missed those bitter smiles she gave you, knowing she wouldn't get to see you grow up.
And see this.
It's worth it.
You are standing tall, souls entwined, hearts fluttering and stupid grins lighting up your faces as you lean in to solidify your absolute end with a single, sweet, kiss.
The sun breaks through the trees as the wind rustles the leaves above you and you are so warm, and so, so happy.
Worth it? Yes.
