Aristotle and Dante discover their future.

Chapter 6

Aristotle
I watched his every breath. His face pale—so pale. I couldn't quite make out his face expression. The whole in my heart had swelled up to become an empty feeling in my chest. My father and I weren't close—I still loved him.
"Coffee?"
Dante offered me a cup before he sat next to me. His hand intertwined in mine as I drank and watched every motion my father made.
His pulse running steady but his energy wasn't enough to wake him up.
If he ever woke up...
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Dante
"Look at me Ari," I said to him.
I had memorized his motions and expressions to realize he's hurting inside. Just about a year ago he was some shy kid with a rough past. Now I can see the breakage on his mask. My perfect soldier now deflated and lost in the war.
It wasn't until I told him a second time that he looked at me. His eyes were red and swollen from crying. His hair mussed and untamed, made him looked like he just woken up from a dream.
Although this wasn't a dream. It was reality.
"It's going to be alright, Ari. Don't overthink things, like you always do." I said finishing with a broad smile.
   Ari's eyes glistened in the light. His mouth trembled as I squeezed his hand tighter.
   Ari set his cup down, and I embraced him in a tight hug. His head hiding in the crook of my neck. I can feel him breathing in my scent, meanwhile he fought the urge to bring tears.
   I tangle my fingers through his hair, "it's alright. Ari it's going to be fine."
   "No...no..it's..not..."