A Thousand Years (A Hernst fanfic)

Chapter 6

*5 years later*
Hanschen woke up in his small, twin size bed in his apartment and sighed. He had another dream: a dream of the boy he used to love, the boy he thought he would marry: Ernst. He's gotten over him over time, but he still crosses his mind very often. "How will i ever let go?" He thought to himself as he stared at the ceiling with a blank stare and wondered where Ernst was now. Did he ever graduate college? Was he happy and successful with a husband and family? He kept pondering these thoughts as he got out of bed and trudged into his living room, picking up his guitar. He began strumming the chords to a familar song, and just let his thoughts flow through the lyrics.

"Thought i ran into you down on the street"

"But it turned out to only be a dream"

"I made a point to burn all of the photographs"

"He went away and then i took a different path"

"I remember the face but i can't recall the name"

"Now i wonder how whatshisname has been"

As he continued to strum, tears began to fall from his eyes and a lump began to form in his throat. He didn't even realize he was crying until he saw the puddle of tears resting on his guitar and felt the tear streaks on his cheeks and chin. He sighed, wiped his eyes and put the guitar away as he walked over to the kitchen to make himself breakfast. Just as he was just cracking an egg over the stove, his phone began to go off. He pulled his phone out of his pocket in shock. He had to read the caller ID twice: there was no way, he had to have been dreaming:

It was none other than his old friend, moritz stiefel.

He picked up the phone with shaky hands and angrily answered. "what the fuck do you want? I thought i made it very clear that i never wanted to speak to you OR melchior ever again after what happened." He impatiently shouted with a scowl, waiting for moritz to get to the point. "I know, i know: but this isn't about me. It's about Ernst."
A cold jolt ran through hanschens body as he spoke the forbidden name, a name he hadn't heard in forever. He suddenly became less tense, "what about him?" He curiously asked as he could hear nervous whispers and a few monitors in the background. "He's asked me to call you. You see, he's in the hospital with stage 4 cancer. He only has a few more days left to live and he'd appreciate it if you'd come visit him so he can get some closure. It's your choice though, no pressure" Moritz shakily said. Hanschens heart stopped cold and he almost fainted at the news. Ernst? Wanting to see him? No way.

After a few seconds of scilence, hanschen finally spoke. "I'll be there in 15" he said with a frantic tone in his voice as he hung up. He threw the half cooked egg into the garbage and ran into his room to get dressed. Time wasn't on his side, and he had to move fast. He threw on a random sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants that he found on his bedroom floor and almost tripped over his own legs trying to get to his front door. He frantically put on his shoes and slammed his apartment door open. He sprinted down the stairs of the apartment complex and out the front doors, not even bothering to close them as he swiftly approached the parking lot and practically ripped his car door open. He started up the scratched, gray, haul of junk: pulling out of the complex parking lot and speeding down the street

This was it, he was finally gonna see Ernst again. But what if he's changed? What if he has a new boyfriend now? What if he has a husband? He anxiously dwelled on all of the possibilities as he followed the GPS directions to the hospital moritz told him to go to. This was it, This was the last time he would ever see Ernst on earth:
And he was going to make it count.