Oh, well, Will was most definitely going to do just that. He needed this too.
It was time to say goodbye.
As Will’s hands moved over Corbin’s body, the space around them shifted, and they were no longer in their living room. They were in the place where Will had lost his life.
They were in the bedroom where Corbin found his husband eviscerated in bed. His cold dead body laying there, as he stared up blankly at the ceiling, his face locked in the many horrors he’d suffered while Corbin wasn’t home.
How did one forget that?
You didn’t.
“Please,” he whispered.
And Will understood.
He wished his death had been something completely different, like a car accident, or a heart attack. He wished his demise wasn’t tied to Corbin, or to their home.
He’d watched over him for years after his departure, and he knew how it destroyed the man.
Corbin was the strongest person Will had ever met, and he’d survived so much. The last gift to him would be finding him peace.
So he could carry on.
As the kiss was broken, they were both naked.
And Corbin clung to this moment.
He had no choice.
His life was a string of memories stuck together to create a past. He’d stopped living a long time ago.
Taking a step back, Will’s body was the same, and like he’d remembered, it was what he craved.
He had a type, and Will was it. Smooth, sleek, and the boy next door. Every man he’d ever been with had been the same. Whether he’d been chasing perfection, or chasing the memories, he wasn’t sure.
But Will had checked off every box.
He was a sucker for a smart man.
“Please,” Will whispered. “I need you, and you need me this last time. Give me all of you so I never forget what we had together.”
Corbin was so incredibly sad, and the weight of it all weighed on him.
“So you’re leaving again?” he finally asked, as the whole time he kept trying to wake up to escape this dream.
Will nodded.
“Yes, Corby. It’s time.”
Honestly, Corbin wanted that too.
He was so tired of feeling hollow, and he knew that in order to be himself, he had to stop coming back to this moment. In two days, Will would be dead.
On that Sunday morning, he’d leave for work, to do some paperwork, and meet with his boss, and in the time he was gone, Will would be killed.
In.
Their.
