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You’re good at this “Let’s make Goober cry today” thing, keep it up stinker👍🏾
On another note though, it’s refreshing to see someone write about the ups and (crashing) downs of aging and the troubles that come with it, especially how bad it is for those who’ve served or been through something traumatic.
Some would’ve never thought they’d see the day where big, strong, capable Captain Price would be reduced to a fragile old man, and yet here we are. I think it shows that life is as unpredictable as it is unfair, and anything can happen to anyone, even the strongest of people.
It’ll break you down like that, and yet the world keeps spinning.
There's a certain kind of pain from watching your loved one rot away in front of your eyes.
Watching the man you've spent 50 years together with grow old and waste away, bits and parts of his brain eventually devoured by age, whilst you stay immortal, standing still in the sands of time, your skin flawless and perfect.
How could you grief a man that's still alive anyways? How could you celebrate life when the man you've sworn to heaven and hell is actively degrading in front of you? Sitting in a wheelchair with a ventilator following him around?
The pain seems bone wrecking when Nik stands in front of Price, and watches the man's milky eyes take him in fully first before finally recognising him. The way John stutters over his name, how his chest heaves with even the most simplest of words. (Like muttering a loved one's name) He watches as John stays quiet, allowing Nik to push him around the garden, occasionally stopping down to watch the flowers and ducks.
John's time on Earth was most definitely limited. Unlike Nik, who had seen the face of several wars and great empires rise and fall, John will soon vanish with time, left as another body for Nik to mourn six feet under dirt. His body will eventually decompose, and serve as fertilizer for the land around him.
Nik watches as John slowly gets up, only to nearly damn collapse from the lack of use of his muscles, saved by Nik hastily holding him. It reminds him of how little time he has left, how eventually he would have to remember John's face from a photo instead, how he already needs videos to remember how John had sounded.
The next time he visits, John takes a little more time to recognise the face of his lover, still never questioning how Nik looked no older. He stays for the whole day, wheeling John around before letting him walk around with a walker.
The next time he sees John, it was in the picture of a younger face smiling at him, etched in stone. Bundles of snowdrops flower (the favourite flowers of a man he'll never see again) spread around his grave.