My epilogue based on Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller.

" my patroclus. " First grade, that's when it all started. When the boy with the ridiculous name and messy, blond hair ran into another boy with a ridiculous name and tanned, ebony skin. They grew jointed at the hip, one was only seen with the other. Achilles loved running, he loved telling everyone about his day; Patroclus loved the way the stars looked at night, he loved laughing at Achilles' jokes. And both of them eventually grew into teenagers who learned how to lose and how to smile brighter than the sun. Achilles has kissed far too many people and Patroclus has learned about each and every one of them. Patroclus lays in his bed, talking about the future, and Achilles listens to every word. And one day, Achilles learns that he only needs to kiss one person. One day, Patroclus knows something certain about his future. / / a work based off of the iliad's achilles & patroclus, but no knowledge about any of the characters or plot is needed to read and/or understand it / /

Some AUs for my gay Greek children because I need help. Seriously. That book really hurt me. Notice: I'm not adding to this anymore. This is what you get, folks.

If only he hadn't let Patroclus go out without him.

So I read the Song of Achilles and I LOVED it. Wrote this scene 'cause I think Patrochilles deserves a happy reunion à la Titanic. Can I just say that I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.