So this isn't a fandom one-shot, but a little something I wrote. Please don't read if you are affected by possible triggers because I don't need readers complaining to me that I didn't warn them. But please enjoy nonetheless.

He forced his eyes open. A morning routine by now. He looked over at the emptiness in his bed. He felt the same feeling in his chest. He swung his legs to the side of the bed and took a deep breath. It was an effort to stand up. By the time he got to his feet, he was clenching his cane shakily. He had planted it firmly on the wooden floorboard and made the treacherous journey into the kitchen.

Each step he took felt heavier than the one before. Everything about this home reminded him of the memories. He stared at the front door remembering that once a young energetic couple stumbled into the home. The man lifted up the beautiful radiating angel into his arms and carried her throughout their new home.

He continued to walk into the kitchen. His bare feet pressing against the cool tile and wishing he had put on his slippers beforehand. He sighed heavily as he reached up into the cabinet for a package of oatmeal. As he readied his meal in this new-age gadget called a microwave, he stared at the counters. Still the same fainted yellow. All he saw was the ghost of the same young couple. A man lifting his gorgeous broad up onto the counter and then showing their most passionate form of love with a kiss. The man made the love of his life a breakfast fit for a queen. He juggled the eggs in his hand as a show, but in all truth he just wanted to see her smile and those dimples of hers deepen.

The microwave beeped and he took out the oatmeal, setting it on the dining table. It felt so empty, but not as empty as he felt. The chair sitting across from him gave off a solemn essence. The memory of the couple once talking about their life together. How wonderful it will be. The future they would share ahead of them until their final ending. All the memories that would be held inside these walls, who knew that one day they would be a burden, a sorrow's affliction.

The man lifted his empty bowl and set it inside the sink where he began to wash. The memory of a man and his soulmate having a water fight as they washed dishes together. Whipping each other with wet towels, then holding each other. Holding so very tightly, afraid to let go in case of losing the other.

The old man threw the towel into the sink and dropped the glass bowl letting it shatter into pieces. He walked away, leaving the mess.

He has walked these halls everyday for the last five years. The days never got easier, in fact they worsened over time. The pain was overpowering his old and frail body.

He passed by a picture frame that held a man marrying his wife, the love of his life. The old man held it as tight as his weak body could manage against his heart. The cane fell to the ground with a clatter. Without letting go of the picture, the man walked into his room to rummage through his closet. He searched for something, something in particular. In the way back, beside his old navy uniform was his old boat rope. The same boat him and his darling love had gotten married on all those years ago.

Without any hesitation, he stood on a chair and tied the rope to the ceiling fan. His weak hands could only tie it so tight. He created a noose and wrapped it around his throat. He lifted up the picture that was set by his feet on the chair and hugged it one last time.

He whispered, "I have always loved you...ever since my eyes set upon that beautiful face of yours. I miss you more and more everyday and all I want is to be with you at last. It's been five long years without you beside me and that's far too long and far too dreadful to live another minute without you in my arms again. We will be happy once again together in each other's arms. You have and always will be my darling love, my wife, my beautiful Lucille."

With that he took a step forward, a step closer to his only happiness. A step closer to a wonderland that held the only person he could ever love...and he was happy once again, holding her in his arms....